Post by Jason Cashe on Apr 17, 2013 23:47:46 GMT -4
It's unfair. I want my fix, my remedy. I want my time to come so that my veins feel like the female orgasm. I want that soothing feel of the addiction running through my veins. I deserve it more than these wastes of life...
Shadows pouring through broken windows of an Abandoned House. The door is missing to the front of the house. The outside walls covered with graffiti of many different artists. As the scene creeps through the opening of the house you immediately see a woman on her knees in front of a man to the left of the entrance. He has his head tilted back and his pants down around his ankles. Moving from that quickly, the view turns to the living area of the empty house. Garbage littered all over the place, markings on the walls, wall paper peeling and the smell is of aged urine and feces. You begin to see bodies leaned up against walls, laying on an old mattress covered in stains or sprawled out on their backs. Junkies. Some of them not even taking the time to remove the needle from their arms. Others passing needles around to share the medicine. A disgusting view at the lowest point in a person's life.
Jason Kash comes into focus sitting up in a corner at the back of the room. Wearing a hoody, the hood darkening his face as he sits with his knees bent up against his chest and his arms wrapped around his pointed knees. His eyes and bright toothless smile is all really seen as the camera comes up closely to him. A good foot from his face, he lifts his head up. With an arm he sweeps off the hood to show it's him. A rat rushes by him and he looks at it not scared or concerned with the people in the room with it as it picks at some garbage laying on the floor.
Jason Kash: People out there have heard me speak on addiction but to see it, to see it at it's lowest form really tells another story. A sad and troubled story of lost lives, wasted life. This addiction spreads daily from city to city. Pills being crushed and snorted, cocaine being used in so many different ways it'd blow your mind. Needles being inserted into the eye balls because the normal tracks are too swollen or used up. Veins broken and busted under the skin from the repeated injection of poison. THIS is reality and for my own reality I can say I feel their pain. I feel their suffering but I don't need the needle or their drugs to get the fix for my Addiction. The constant struggle to find the remedy, some folks have sold children for just a taste. Sucked off strange dick for a single shot to the veins, sad really. Complete lack for their own self respect but in me you won't find that. I'm a bad man.
He scratches himself to the inner thigh as a dry fart is heard across the room over by the dude sleeping on the single mattress laying on the floor. Kash shakes his head, disgusted by these scum, these low life waste of oxygen.
Jason Kash: Filthy...Where was I? Oh yeah, I'm far from nice. I do things how I do em and can't much care for haters disliking my name or my game. I do this not to impress the haters who wanna jeer their mouths off because they look for reasons to dislike something different than they are. I ride for myself and those who put down like me. Lively, Reaver, Foul Play in General is just that. We don't play games by what people want to see but what they need to see. What needs to be said, regardless if you want to hear it or not. Most folks see someone like Anthony Bailey and see a man with credibility. Most of which comes not from him but the company he keeps.
People respect Bailey because he represents what is Socially Hip. Well fuck that! Call me a Bully, call me a Criminal, call me a Junky because all of it turns into motivation before I take offense to it. I take weak ass attempts at hurting my feelings and turn it back around at you and people have seen that since day one. Jair Jair Binks...Heh..He knows whats up don't ya boy? I love the growth you've taken into your whole presence since we last stepped into competition against each other. Sitting on thrones, gold teeth and everything! Recently stating the fact that this business is Dog Eat Dog.
The biggest and meanest dog in the yard usually reigns the best bedding. It usually gets first pick at the carcass to fill it's belly and for longer than you've been on this roster, I've been at the top of that food chain. Michael Lively was here before any of us and he then like now has taken his success by beating anyone placed before him. Reaver maybe has a darker past but his eyes are on the prize now, he sees the throat of The Dying Breed and he'll strike at that throat and rip it and your voice box right out because he enjoys the taste of your misery. He has good company and helps our focus on that prize. No shortcuts taken here Hopkins. We claw, we break finger nails against the floors to get to where we want to be. Always will. We will fight, we will break and tear open the best to mold Asylum's future with OUR blueprints. You will just live in that future.
From the kitchen area in the room on the other side of where he's sitting comes a Junkie. Stumbling out of the entry the junkie stops and looks down at Kash sitting in the corner. The man's face filled with sores and dry lips flaking and breaking up from the drug use and lack of liquids. Meth clearly his drug of choice, Kash has seen the signs before. Back in his days of drug dealing. Their eyes lock as the homeless junkie turns towards Kash and his voice crackles.
Junkie: Hey...lemme get some money. I umm need to feed my kid..
Pushing up to his feet, Kash shoves the junkie back and he trips back over some garbage. On his bum, the junkie's eyes are wide opened and looks hurt from the fall as he stares up at Kash.
Jason Kash: Punk motherfucker...Junkie ass dude, trying to lie to me about your kid. If you have a kid you should be stoned for abandoning them. You disgust me and I'm FOUL!
Junkie: Yeah man, I wanna get high! Stoned! You holding?
Kash side sweep kicks the junkie to the leg and quickly he scrambles and scats himself out of Kash's sight. The man getting head near the front of the house steps out of the shadows adjusting his belt around his waist. He looks over at Kash and nods like they know each other. After him comes the junkie ass female who was doing the "verbal job". She wipes the corners of her mouth before shaking a small baggy to see what she was given. She again disappears into the shadows of another area of the house.
The skies outside have grown darker. The shadows have began to fill the house more as Kash scans the area. On the floor next to his feet he leans over and picks up a used needle and a blackened spoon. Letting both items fall back to the ground, he takes his place back in the corner.
Jason Kash: This is not who I am. This place is filled with destruction that people put on themselves. In a sense I can see how Bailey or any other the members of Dying Breed would claim I have done the same recently. I've signed my own death certificate by doing what I've done to Anthony Bailey but is that what I've really done? Since he arrived in APW I've had an eye on his progress, a good rival always keeps an eye out for those they want to compete against and for the last YEAR I've asked for another match. Hopkins and I have fought twice now, we've had our battles but now in this 6 Man Tag Match there is a chance for us to tangle once again. A chance for him to redeem himself and I know he wants that chance. This match isn't just about me and Bailey or me and Hopkins though because I'm not alone in this.
Reaver wants a change of his own. He's made the much needed moves to make that change happen for him. He deserves it more than any of you because he's worked that much harder for it. Lively was on Asylum before Asylum even became involved with APW! It was HIM who helped forge this show and brought it to the next level in APW. However APW management didn't wish to keep him in the history books and that in itself is worth stirring up trouble for. Do you know what it's like to push three men like us into a corner and force us to see people like TJ or AJP or anyone of you Dying Breed make changes to fit YOU and not the overall product? We're tired of it. Tired of the bleak and next to boring state that you've pushed Asylum towards. Now we take the reigns BACK and fix this problem. We fix this problem by laying each one of you on your backs until you can't rise again. Until your name, your reputation is buried in the mud and grime of a ditch somewhere...Consider us doing the world a favor.
Time and time again I've heard people say that Asylum didn't have real talent when I was World Champion. That I didn't beat anybody to claim my status in the Promotion. Sally Talfourd, Michael Callahan both fell to me so that I could become a Champion. To discredit the past, the history of this Brand is what has become disgusting in APW. Rico Casteel, Katrina Olivetti, Chris Cyrus, James Chambers. These are the names that you drag through the mud wanting change, wanting growth. Your change Dying Breed isn't change that nobody but you and a few others want, the people? They want what is fed to them. Slap a World Title on Anthony Bailey and watch the ratings DROP. FACT. But when that same belt was on me, around my waist...The talent began to roll in like a goddamn tide! Am I wrong? Did I slur my words? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I am the bridge that puts the Past to the Present and Foul Play is what will take it into the future. OUR Future, OUR Mold, OUR Blueprints...Dying Breed..It's time for you to finally FUCKING DIE!
Almost slipping on some newspaper and he pushes up to his feet again, Kash steps to the camera and grabs it. He levels it to his face and a little saliva comes out from his mouth as he gets into his verbal flow.
Jason Kash: This victory, when your defeated. All the work you've done up until this point is melted into nothing. Even Krunk could see the future and Williams is just too Happy to be here to see it. Hopkins, I too have grown since we last were in the ring together. Some growth coming from Golden Boy Studios. Maybe some people don't know huh? See I spent a few weeks TRAINING with the man who trained Jair Hopkins. The man who helped prepare Anthony Bailey for his APW career. A man who FAILED in his time with APW but a man who knows a thing or two about becoming crisp in what talents you do have. Juan Ramirez! I grappled with him, I countered him and I stood taller after our time training but he like you still don't impress me. On Twitter you told me that if I had done to you what I did to Bailey, I'd have disappeared, liquified in the river somewhere. Something like that right Jair?
Don't you remember last time we fought? Karin. Parking Lot Brawl. I was moments, seconds away from smashing her face in with a Tire Iron. You stopped me but I didn't disappear when I yanked that cunt by her hair and tears poured down her face did I Jair Jair? I won that match. I prevailed against a weaker man, a man with a soft spot for some GASH...Just...like...Bailey...
Light blares through the Nesting house of Junkies. Through the bare windows, the open door way, and the shadows that once littered the rooms now shine. Kash's eyes are wide as he scoots up onto his feet.
What the hell is this? Cops? I know I'm not crazy, this light is real!? Have I lost my mind..Did I ever regain it? Wait I hear a voice...
JAASSSOOONNN....JAAASSOOONNN...
G...God? Is that you? Damn man, I lost a 4 year long bet. So you're real...I can be saved of all sins right? I mean how many super cool cats you got up there like me? The party would be--
Hey! There you are...
Flinching, jumping back even, Kash didn't see the big mass that is Sabur walk into the building. Breathing as he lets himself calm down, Kash steps closer to Sabur and leans in to him. Sabur brightened on one side and dark on the other due to the lights pouring in from outside. Kash hugs Sabur, the big man shoves him off and nods his head in disappointment.
Sabur: Lively's outside..
Jason Kash: Lively? Oh well shit that's close enough to God..
Sabur: What?
Jason Kash: Nothing, lets go. I'm done here...
Kash cuts out in front of Sabur but the bigger man grabs Kash and pulls him back and exits the Crack House first. Kash comes out and next to Sabur he tries to one arm shove Sabur but Kash doesn't even budge him. Stomping a foot into the ground Kash looks and nods at Lively who is sitting against the hood of the fancy and flashy ride he's driving around in this week.
Michael Lively: Reaver told me you'd be here, is this place sentimental to you or something?
Jason Kash: Nope. Just wanted to hang with some crack heads, maybe some meth heads as well. I'm sure some of them mix the two..
Michael Lively: Did you find what you were looking for? Are we good to go?
Jason Kash: Yup, we good. Let's roll..
Kash goes to open the passenger door but Sabur shoulders him and Kash is almost launched to the rear of the car. Sabur dips in and takes the passenger seat.
Jason Kash: I'm gonna fuck you up...Big Bully...
Laughing, Kash turns and stares at the Crack House before opening the backdoor of the car and getting in. The engine on roar and Lively pulls out fast and takes off leaving dust in the wind as the scene fades to black.
Shadows pouring through broken windows of an Abandoned House. The door is missing to the front of the house. The outside walls covered with graffiti of many different artists. As the scene creeps through the opening of the house you immediately see a woman on her knees in front of a man to the left of the entrance. He has his head tilted back and his pants down around his ankles. Moving from that quickly, the view turns to the living area of the empty house. Garbage littered all over the place, markings on the walls, wall paper peeling and the smell is of aged urine and feces. You begin to see bodies leaned up against walls, laying on an old mattress covered in stains or sprawled out on their backs. Junkies. Some of them not even taking the time to remove the needle from their arms. Others passing needles around to share the medicine. A disgusting view at the lowest point in a person's life.
Jason Kash comes into focus sitting up in a corner at the back of the room. Wearing a hoody, the hood darkening his face as he sits with his knees bent up against his chest and his arms wrapped around his pointed knees. His eyes and bright toothless smile is all really seen as the camera comes up closely to him. A good foot from his face, he lifts his head up. With an arm he sweeps off the hood to show it's him. A rat rushes by him and he looks at it not scared or concerned with the people in the room with it as it picks at some garbage laying on the floor.
Jason Kash: People out there have heard me speak on addiction but to see it, to see it at it's lowest form really tells another story. A sad and troubled story of lost lives, wasted life. This addiction spreads daily from city to city. Pills being crushed and snorted, cocaine being used in so many different ways it'd blow your mind. Needles being inserted into the eye balls because the normal tracks are too swollen or used up. Veins broken and busted under the skin from the repeated injection of poison. THIS is reality and for my own reality I can say I feel their pain. I feel their suffering but I don't need the needle or their drugs to get the fix for my Addiction. The constant struggle to find the remedy, some folks have sold children for just a taste. Sucked off strange dick for a single shot to the veins, sad really. Complete lack for their own self respect but in me you won't find that. I'm a bad man.
He scratches himself to the inner thigh as a dry fart is heard across the room over by the dude sleeping on the single mattress laying on the floor. Kash shakes his head, disgusted by these scum, these low life waste of oxygen.
Jason Kash: Filthy...Where was I? Oh yeah, I'm far from nice. I do things how I do em and can't much care for haters disliking my name or my game. I do this not to impress the haters who wanna jeer their mouths off because they look for reasons to dislike something different than they are. I ride for myself and those who put down like me. Lively, Reaver, Foul Play in General is just that. We don't play games by what people want to see but what they need to see. What needs to be said, regardless if you want to hear it or not. Most folks see someone like Anthony Bailey and see a man with credibility. Most of which comes not from him but the company he keeps.
People respect Bailey because he represents what is Socially Hip. Well fuck that! Call me a Bully, call me a Criminal, call me a Junky because all of it turns into motivation before I take offense to it. I take weak ass attempts at hurting my feelings and turn it back around at you and people have seen that since day one. Jair Jair Binks...Heh..He knows whats up don't ya boy? I love the growth you've taken into your whole presence since we last stepped into competition against each other. Sitting on thrones, gold teeth and everything! Recently stating the fact that this business is Dog Eat Dog.
The biggest and meanest dog in the yard usually reigns the best bedding. It usually gets first pick at the carcass to fill it's belly and for longer than you've been on this roster, I've been at the top of that food chain. Michael Lively was here before any of us and he then like now has taken his success by beating anyone placed before him. Reaver maybe has a darker past but his eyes are on the prize now, he sees the throat of The Dying Breed and he'll strike at that throat and rip it and your voice box right out because he enjoys the taste of your misery. He has good company and helps our focus on that prize. No shortcuts taken here Hopkins. We claw, we break finger nails against the floors to get to where we want to be. Always will. We will fight, we will break and tear open the best to mold Asylum's future with OUR blueprints. You will just live in that future.
From the kitchen area in the room on the other side of where he's sitting comes a Junkie. Stumbling out of the entry the junkie stops and looks down at Kash sitting in the corner. The man's face filled with sores and dry lips flaking and breaking up from the drug use and lack of liquids. Meth clearly his drug of choice, Kash has seen the signs before. Back in his days of drug dealing. Their eyes lock as the homeless junkie turns towards Kash and his voice crackles.
Junkie: Hey...lemme get some money. I umm need to feed my kid..
Pushing up to his feet, Kash shoves the junkie back and he trips back over some garbage. On his bum, the junkie's eyes are wide opened and looks hurt from the fall as he stares up at Kash.
Jason Kash: Punk motherfucker...Junkie ass dude, trying to lie to me about your kid. If you have a kid you should be stoned for abandoning them. You disgust me and I'm FOUL!
Junkie: Yeah man, I wanna get high! Stoned! You holding?
Kash side sweep kicks the junkie to the leg and quickly he scrambles and scats himself out of Kash's sight. The man getting head near the front of the house steps out of the shadows adjusting his belt around his waist. He looks over at Kash and nods like they know each other. After him comes the junkie ass female who was doing the "verbal job". She wipes the corners of her mouth before shaking a small baggy to see what she was given. She again disappears into the shadows of another area of the house.
The skies outside have grown darker. The shadows have began to fill the house more as Kash scans the area. On the floor next to his feet he leans over and picks up a used needle and a blackened spoon. Letting both items fall back to the ground, he takes his place back in the corner.
Jason Kash: This is not who I am. This place is filled with destruction that people put on themselves. In a sense I can see how Bailey or any other the members of Dying Breed would claim I have done the same recently. I've signed my own death certificate by doing what I've done to Anthony Bailey but is that what I've really done? Since he arrived in APW I've had an eye on his progress, a good rival always keeps an eye out for those they want to compete against and for the last YEAR I've asked for another match. Hopkins and I have fought twice now, we've had our battles but now in this 6 Man Tag Match there is a chance for us to tangle once again. A chance for him to redeem himself and I know he wants that chance. This match isn't just about me and Bailey or me and Hopkins though because I'm not alone in this.
Reaver wants a change of his own. He's made the much needed moves to make that change happen for him. He deserves it more than any of you because he's worked that much harder for it. Lively was on Asylum before Asylum even became involved with APW! It was HIM who helped forge this show and brought it to the next level in APW. However APW management didn't wish to keep him in the history books and that in itself is worth stirring up trouble for. Do you know what it's like to push three men like us into a corner and force us to see people like TJ or AJP or anyone of you Dying Breed make changes to fit YOU and not the overall product? We're tired of it. Tired of the bleak and next to boring state that you've pushed Asylum towards. Now we take the reigns BACK and fix this problem. We fix this problem by laying each one of you on your backs until you can't rise again. Until your name, your reputation is buried in the mud and grime of a ditch somewhere...Consider us doing the world a favor.
Time and time again I've heard people say that Asylum didn't have real talent when I was World Champion. That I didn't beat anybody to claim my status in the Promotion. Sally Talfourd, Michael Callahan both fell to me so that I could become a Champion. To discredit the past, the history of this Brand is what has become disgusting in APW. Rico Casteel, Katrina Olivetti, Chris Cyrus, James Chambers. These are the names that you drag through the mud wanting change, wanting growth. Your change Dying Breed isn't change that nobody but you and a few others want, the people? They want what is fed to them. Slap a World Title on Anthony Bailey and watch the ratings DROP. FACT. But when that same belt was on me, around my waist...The talent began to roll in like a goddamn tide! Am I wrong? Did I slur my words? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I am the bridge that puts the Past to the Present and Foul Play is what will take it into the future. OUR Future, OUR Mold, OUR Blueprints...Dying Breed..It's time for you to finally FUCKING DIE!
Almost slipping on some newspaper and he pushes up to his feet again, Kash steps to the camera and grabs it. He levels it to his face and a little saliva comes out from his mouth as he gets into his verbal flow.
Jason Kash: This victory, when your defeated. All the work you've done up until this point is melted into nothing. Even Krunk could see the future and Williams is just too Happy to be here to see it. Hopkins, I too have grown since we last were in the ring together. Some growth coming from Golden Boy Studios. Maybe some people don't know huh? See I spent a few weeks TRAINING with the man who trained Jair Hopkins. The man who helped prepare Anthony Bailey for his APW career. A man who FAILED in his time with APW but a man who knows a thing or two about becoming crisp in what talents you do have. Juan Ramirez! I grappled with him, I countered him and I stood taller after our time training but he like you still don't impress me. On Twitter you told me that if I had done to you what I did to Bailey, I'd have disappeared, liquified in the river somewhere. Something like that right Jair?
Don't you remember last time we fought? Karin. Parking Lot Brawl. I was moments, seconds away from smashing her face in with a Tire Iron. You stopped me but I didn't disappear when I yanked that cunt by her hair and tears poured down her face did I Jair Jair? I won that match. I prevailed against a weaker man, a man with a soft spot for some GASH...Just...like...Bailey...
Light blares through the Nesting house of Junkies. Through the bare windows, the open door way, and the shadows that once littered the rooms now shine. Kash's eyes are wide as he scoots up onto his feet.
What the hell is this? Cops? I know I'm not crazy, this light is real!? Have I lost my mind..Did I ever regain it? Wait I hear a voice...
JAASSSOOONNN....JAAASSOOONNN...
G...God? Is that you? Damn man, I lost a 4 year long bet. So you're real...I can be saved of all sins right? I mean how many super cool cats you got up there like me? The party would be--
Hey! There you are...
Flinching, jumping back even, Kash didn't see the big mass that is Sabur walk into the building. Breathing as he lets himself calm down, Kash steps closer to Sabur and leans in to him. Sabur brightened on one side and dark on the other due to the lights pouring in from outside. Kash hugs Sabur, the big man shoves him off and nods his head in disappointment.
Sabur: Lively's outside..
Jason Kash: Lively? Oh well shit that's close enough to God..
Sabur: What?
Jason Kash: Nothing, lets go. I'm done here...
Kash cuts out in front of Sabur but the bigger man grabs Kash and pulls him back and exits the Crack House first. Kash comes out and next to Sabur he tries to one arm shove Sabur but Kash doesn't even budge him. Stomping a foot into the ground Kash looks and nods at Lively who is sitting against the hood of the fancy and flashy ride he's driving around in this week.
Michael Lively: Reaver told me you'd be here, is this place sentimental to you or something?
Jason Kash: Nope. Just wanted to hang with some crack heads, maybe some meth heads as well. I'm sure some of them mix the two..
Michael Lively: Did you find what you were looking for? Are we good to go?
Jason Kash: Yup, we good. Let's roll..
Kash goes to open the passenger door but Sabur shoulders him and Kash is almost launched to the rear of the car. Sabur dips in and takes the passenger seat.
Jason Kash: I'm gonna fuck you up...Big Bully...
Laughing, Kash turns and stares at the Crack House before opening the backdoor of the car and getting in. The engine on roar and Lively pulls out fast and takes off leaving dust in the wind as the scene fades to black.
