Post by Jason Cashe on Apr 22, 2013 22:14:09 GMT -4
Jason Kash: So the world out there is talking! Talking on social media and wondering whats with all the Factions on Asylum. In APW period. Well the answer is simple. In war there are battle lines and each member of each group being put together or thought of has to create their armies for this battle for survival. The Sindicate shows that they're reach is far and wide, touching many places and thousands, no MILLIONS of people inside and outside the ring. Foul Play on the other hand is new. Really though it's been something planned, dictated through a period of time laying in wait. Proof of this lies with Asylum. Let's look back shall we?
Asylum 7/29 Las Vegas, Nevada
Jason Kash: See "FP" has been a thought, a plan, one with ideas and direction for such a long time now. Putting it together, laying out all the blue prints for this isn't just based off needing to fit in with the ways of Asylum these days. Wanting to compete with Dying Breed wasn't the point either. That'll be shown by the success we find as a Unit where they have almost crumbled. Lets move on...
Asylum 9/9 Honolulu, Hawaii
Jason Kash: My time understanding Michael Lively started a long time ago. Longer than most people thought..Now lets move on shall we?
Asylum 9/23 Quezon City, Philippines
Jason Kash: And there shows the attempt at making right with Mr. Dangerous for his part in the destruction of my last reign as APW Tag Champion. I tried and he let me down, didn't earn his place and check Meltdown right after that show to see his reward...Moving on...
Asylum 10/7 Kallang, Singapore
Jason Kash: WOW. See how I did that? All this time and THIS all was hinted towards way back then. Before all the hype, before all the drama, all the troubles I've seen in recent times THIS was coming without question. When Knuckles was opened like a pinata he earned his place, he opened his eyes and now stands in that small circle of people I trust with my LIFE. Lively, Reaver, and myself...We're more than another Faction, our bonds will not end with a feud and then move on from each other.
Our bond is a bond of Brothers. A blood bond. Hate us, Cheer us, we step through the ropes and put on a GOD DAMN SHOW for anyone wanting to see one. We do it well enough to call ourselves former and FUTURE Champions of this business and until you prevent that, until you stand in our way and stop us from achieving these goals...Don't think we won't get our cut. Currency or Blood, Foul Play gets their CUT...Goodnight folks!
Asylum 7/29 Las Vegas, Nevada
The cameras come on backstage. Jason Kash is kneeling before a large banner that is hung up on the Locker Room wall. The Banner has the letters "FP" on them, very large and at the center. In front of him are his "Take Home" APW Championship belts that he has won since being signed to the Promotion. A TapOut Title, Tag Titles, and a World Championship. Piled on each other, when a Champion loses a belt, he or she is given a Replica to remind them of their achievement. These were his. His right hand to his chest, Kash's voice breaks the silence of the room.
JKash: I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag that my bouts are filled with Violence. On this day, I give to you my blood, my heart, and all that I am. To sacrifice myself, my opponents, and all that stand before me. My Vile Style, Wrestling Violence, I welcome the Foul Play...
The locker room door bursts open and Tidus Howe enters the locker room carrying his cell phone. He stops in his place when he notices Kash sitting in front of his APW Championships and looks confused. He creeps over and clears his throat to interrupt the "Ritual". Kash calmly stands to his feet and takes a few steps before grabbing a Crocodile Dundee like Bowie Knight and bringing the blade to the palm of his hand. Quickly he makes a slash and blood puddles in his cupped palm.
Tidus Howe: What the fuck man!?! Hurting yourself won't help anyone!
JKash: Shut up...
Rubbing the blood around, spreading it all across the palm of his hand. Jason Kash slaps the center of the Asylum Banner on the wall in front of him. Kind of at a tilt the hand print comes out clear but the thickness of it runs a bit. Kash steps back and smiles, his teeth showing.
JKash: What do you want?
Tidus Howe: Well we sort of have a problem...
JKash: ....Tell me already damn!
Tidus Howe: What Callahan did is legit. You're Medical License is revoked. You can't even reapply for 90 days. That Dr. Feelgood was even Legit, guy looked like a fake Doctor but Callahan made it personal...Umm...What are the belts there for?
JKash: Nothing after today matters. These belts no longer matter, they are apart of my history but their loss no longer hinders me. I've awakened a bit and to be perfectly fucking honest, I kind of dig it! I like seeing someone I dislike and thinking about ripping their eyes out but never even attempting to do so..Now I can! I'm playing Foul now, I'm throwing all the typical rules out the window. If the fans don't like it, I'll dance to the sounds of their boos! Tra-La-La-La-LAAAA!!!!!
Trying to sing Opera isn't his things. Tidus Howe is surprised Kash wasn't too mad about the suspension news. Without the license he was at risk for drug testing, at risk for arrest. It's no picnic trying to hide something you're KNOWN for but he didn't seem to even care. Like he already had something planned for it.
Tidus Howe: So...you're not mad about your License being suspended?
JKash: Sure. Did you want me to take it out on you? I have plenty of ideas on how to go about doing that? One involves a midget's penis and a fat chick's vagina..Might get messy?
Tidus Howe: No! God No...Okay so what about this bullshit Announcement? Two guys becoming #1 Contender, whats that about? Did Reginald get into your stash?
JKash: Be easy Tidus..Reginald is a good man, he knows what needs to be done to make this show tick. Have trust in the man. Have trust in me....
From behind the small television begins to play a recorded Promo from a few days ago. Yarmouth spouting off about Challenges that were accepted and mentioning names like Jason Kash. Tidus Howe looks at the Television at the first mention of Kash but Jason doesn't even both turning around. Instead Kash grabs Tidus Howe's arm and they begin to struggle. Kash holds it tight but stops as they lock eyes.
Tidus Howe: WHAT THE HELL MAN? LET ME GO!!
JKash: You wanted this (Nods at Banner) well then this is how I check your loyalty. Your blood will mark that banner or I will color it with far more blood than needed...If you want to be here, right now..Do this..
Almost shaken, still trembling a bit, Tidus Howe takes the bowie knife and makes a small slice across the palm of his hand. Nothing close to deep enough to get the amount of blood to make a hand print with. Kash grabs the knife and makes the slice himself. Tidus Howe jumps up after the cut and lets out a scream. His hand drips with blood, Kash grabs him to keep him still as Tidus begins to spread the blood. After he has it ready, he walks up and presses against the banner with his open palm. At the bottom left corner of the banner. Tidus turns around as Kash is getting his duffle bag and heading out the locker room door.
Tidus Howe: Where are you going?
JKash: I have a plane to catch, need to take care of some side business. Call it a side quest!
Tidus Howe: Where to though?
JKash: San Diego...
JKash: I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag that my bouts are filled with Violence. On this day, I give to you my blood, my heart, and all that I am. To sacrifice myself, my opponents, and all that stand before me. My Vile Style, Wrestling Violence, I welcome the Foul Play...
The locker room door bursts open and Tidus Howe enters the locker room carrying his cell phone. He stops in his place when he notices Kash sitting in front of his APW Championships and looks confused. He creeps over and clears his throat to interrupt the "Ritual". Kash calmly stands to his feet and takes a few steps before grabbing a Crocodile Dundee like Bowie Knight and bringing the blade to the palm of his hand. Quickly he makes a slash and blood puddles in his cupped palm.
Tidus Howe: What the fuck man!?! Hurting yourself won't help anyone!
JKash: Shut up...
Rubbing the blood around, spreading it all across the palm of his hand. Jason Kash slaps the center of the Asylum Banner on the wall in front of him. Kind of at a tilt the hand print comes out clear but the thickness of it runs a bit. Kash steps back and smiles, his teeth showing.
JKash: What do you want?
Tidus Howe: Well we sort of have a problem...
JKash: ....Tell me already damn!
Tidus Howe: What Callahan did is legit. You're Medical License is revoked. You can't even reapply for 90 days. That Dr. Feelgood was even Legit, guy looked like a fake Doctor but Callahan made it personal...Umm...What are the belts there for?
JKash: Nothing after today matters. These belts no longer matter, they are apart of my history but their loss no longer hinders me. I've awakened a bit and to be perfectly fucking honest, I kind of dig it! I like seeing someone I dislike and thinking about ripping their eyes out but never even attempting to do so..Now I can! I'm playing Foul now, I'm throwing all the typical rules out the window. If the fans don't like it, I'll dance to the sounds of their boos! Tra-La-La-La-LAAAA!!!!!
Trying to sing Opera isn't his things. Tidus Howe is surprised Kash wasn't too mad about the suspension news. Without the license he was at risk for drug testing, at risk for arrest. It's no picnic trying to hide something you're KNOWN for but he didn't seem to even care. Like he already had something planned for it.
Tidus Howe: So...you're not mad about your License being suspended?
JKash: Sure. Did you want me to take it out on you? I have plenty of ideas on how to go about doing that? One involves a midget's penis and a fat chick's vagina..Might get messy?
Tidus Howe: No! God No...Okay so what about this bullshit Announcement? Two guys becoming #1 Contender, whats that about? Did Reginald get into your stash?
JKash: Be easy Tidus..Reginald is a good man, he knows what needs to be done to make this show tick. Have trust in the man. Have trust in me....
From behind the small television begins to play a recorded Promo from a few days ago. Yarmouth spouting off about Challenges that were accepted and mentioning names like Jason Kash. Tidus Howe looks at the Television at the first mention of Kash but Jason doesn't even both turning around. Instead Kash grabs Tidus Howe's arm and they begin to struggle. Kash holds it tight but stops as they lock eyes.
Tidus Howe: WHAT THE HELL MAN? LET ME GO!!
JKash: You wanted this (Nods at Banner) well then this is how I check your loyalty. Your blood will mark that banner or I will color it with far more blood than needed...If you want to be here, right now..Do this..
Almost shaken, still trembling a bit, Tidus Howe takes the bowie knife and makes a small slice across the palm of his hand. Nothing close to deep enough to get the amount of blood to make a hand print with. Kash grabs the knife and makes the slice himself. Tidus Howe jumps up after the cut and lets out a scream. His hand drips with blood, Kash grabs him to keep him still as Tidus begins to spread the blood. After he has it ready, he walks up and presses against the banner with his open palm. At the bottom left corner of the banner. Tidus turns around as Kash is getting his duffle bag and heading out the locker room door.
Tidus Howe: Where are you going?
JKash: I have a plane to catch, need to take care of some side business. Call it a side quest!
Tidus Howe: Where to though?
JKash: San Diego...
Jason Kash: See "FP" has been a thought, a plan, one with ideas and direction for such a long time now. Putting it together, laying out all the blue prints for this isn't just based off needing to fit in with the ways of Asylum these days. Wanting to compete with Dying Breed wasn't the point either. That'll be shown by the success we find as a Unit where they have almost crumbled. Lets move on...
Asylum 9/9 Honolulu, Hawaii
The camera cuts backstage focused in on a plain white door. The shot widens to show a Men's restroom sign. The sound of a toilet flushing rings out and the clanking of the door unlocking follows. Out struts the new Suicidal Champion of Asylum, Jason Kash. He wrangles his pants from side to side like a classic Chris Farley with a huge pleasurable grin plastered on his mug. The newly crowned Grand Slam Champion begins to stroll whistling a ballad as if his name were Billy The Kid. A few steps down the hall Kash stops by the catering table to converse with the food preparer.
JKash: That burrito...GRAND!!!
Food Handler: Glad you liked it.
JKash: Did the job, I dropped a doody and I'm ready to kick some Booty!
The new face of all things suicidal turns from his conversation to possibly head to his dressing room. Before being able to do so his attention is diverted to what seems like a confused young man pushing a cart covered with a black sheet. Kash tilts his head slightly intrigued. The young man stops the cart, looks around, then pulls the backpack he is wearing off his shoulders. He rummages through it and finds a piece of paper. The kid flattens it out and tries to read it. The champ no longer can just sit in an awkward admiration of this mystery.
JKash: Hey...you lost?
The kid stares at the paper then at Kash.
Kid: You know where I can find Jason Kash?
The Champion looks puzzled, looking around as if someone has been under a rock. How would he not know who Jason Kash was and be inside of an APW Hosted Event?
JKash: That's me bro, look for the gap and the ladies on my lap...Well not right this moment but...What'd you want to find me for?
The young man sighs in relief.
Kid: I have a delivery for you!
Kash is even more perplexed and yet stricken with anticipation as the mystery seems intriguing. The messenger pulls the black sheet off the cart to reveal an old school tube style television with a VCR built in. The friendly messenger reaches in his bag pulling out an extension cord. This young man connects one end of the cord, then looks down the hall and walks away with the other end.
JKash: Are you Srrious? This thing is ancient!
Kash rather bored by now crosses his arm in slight annoyance now. The kid finally walks back.
Kid: Good lord they should add more outlets around here.
JKash: Or maybe who ever sent the message could have sprung for a DVD burner, then I could watch whatever it is in my locker room...
Kid: Hey I was paid a hundred bucks to roll in this crap for you to see. I don't even know the guy who paid me. Just delivering the message. Ready?
JKash: I do have a match tonight so yeah, let's get on with it kid..
The young man then pulls a VHS tape from his bag and slips it into the slot. The TV flickers with snow briefly then clarity takes over. Both Kash and the Kid look confused when sitting in a chair is a Jigsaw puppet leaned over limp.
JKash: Srrious?...What is this. Someone wants me to watch a shitty out take from the movie Saw?
Just then the puppets head lifts up straight and turns toward the screen as if looking right a Kash. Jason cocks his head a little startled. Then a deep voice begins to speak as the puppets mouth starts to move.
Puppet: Hello Jason, I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life you've made a living copying others, mimicking the achievements of great men. I call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living.
JKash: What the hell? Who sent this? I don't like Dolls..I had this MyBuddy once and it bodyslammed me! Turn this shit off!!
The Kid shrugs not knowing what to say about the video either. He begins to ask Kash a question but Kash doesn't look willing to answer any stupid questions. As he goes to shut it off, the Puppet continues talking. Kash side shoves the kid away, knocking him out of the scene so Kash can see.
Puppet: You have staked claim to a title with rights of suicide. How much blood will you shed to stay champion Jason? You think you are Grand. What will you be...
The Puppet strings all of a sudden get tangled. You can hear the deep voice cursing in frustration.
Voice: Damn Puppet, stupid fucking strings, limp legged creepy...
Kash and the Kid both looked concerned, and confused. Suddenly the Puppet exits the view of the TV screen, then gets wadded up on tossed into the puppet sized chair.
Voice: God Damn it!!!
More commotion can be heard as the camera that was filming this strange piece seems to be lifted up. Kash leans in close trying to figure out what in the blue hell is going on. Then you can see Michael Lively as he holds the camera out filming himself. He looks at the camera and speaks.
Lively: Jason...
He forgets the voice changing mask over his mouth and in a frustrated fit rips it off. He takes a deep breath trying to calm down and starts over.
Lively: Jason Kash, congratulations. Way to be a trail blazer, an innovator. Let's see Grand Slam champion...yeah, I been there done that. Now you are Suicidal champion. You even claimed it from a guy who hates the idea of Suicidal tendencies in wrestling or Xtreme if you will. All sounds familiar, almost like I haves lived this life...oh that's right because I have. No worries Jason Kash soon you will be entered into a game. Like a big jigsaw puzzle that you will have to find you way out of.
Both Kash and the Kid look at each other. The kid once again shrugs and makes a suggestion.
Kid: I think he meant maze.
Lively: I know what I meant.
Kid: Ummm...I thought this was a tape, how can he hear me?
JKash: He does claim to be Jesus..
Lively: I'm the JESUS!!
JKash: Told you.
Lively: Will you have the guts to survive. In this game you can not simply follow in the footsteps of another, the destiny you chose must be your own Jason Kash...
Nothing but silence fills the air as Lively still holds the camera filming himself. Kash looks at the Kid who just shrugs confused.
Lively: God Damn it man, look at the fucking paper...those are the instructions.
The Kid then looks at the paper reading the instructions out loud.
Kid: Put on the mask? Me? O...Kay, can you hold this for a second?
The Kid hands Kash his back pack while he pulls a pig mask out placing on his head. The Kid then tries to read the next step out loud.
Kid: Now Jason do you have what it takes to be as "Violent" as you claim? What WON'T you do to prove how Violent you truly are?
JKash: Get to the point kid, I haven't got all night...
Kid: Prove your Violent Ways and Destroy the...Wait, what?
JKash: What does it say Kid? Spill it already?
Interrupting both of them, Michael Lively speaks out and gives the full directions that the Kid refuses to finish.
Lively: Prove your Violent Ways and Destroy the Kid...Drop him right there, right now...Unless you're chicken, unless you're less deserving of your reign and achievements than the ones Borderland claims to have?
Kid: Screw this guy, a hundred bucks isn't worth--
A big boot planted to the side of the kid's head sends him down hard. Kash stomps away at the innocent bystander. Leaving him limp, Kash looks back at the Television of Ancient Times and smiles.
JKash: I didn't do that to pass some test Lively. I did that because that kid was annoying me. What I will do is give you a game...See how long I'll let you step into my surroundings before I put you down like the old dog you are. You're Time is up, My Time is Now...Lame line but true none the less. I'm today's Grand Slam and you're about as Ancient as this Television...
Michael Lively breaks out into maniacal laughter. Kash kicks over the TV to stop the annoying repetitive laugh the Hall of Famer Michael Lively.
JKash: That burrito...GRAND!!!
Food Handler: Glad you liked it.
JKash: Did the job, I dropped a doody and I'm ready to kick some Booty!
The new face of all things suicidal turns from his conversation to possibly head to his dressing room. Before being able to do so his attention is diverted to what seems like a confused young man pushing a cart covered with a black sheet. Kash tilts his head slightly intrigued. The young man stops the cart, looks around, then pulls the backpack he is wearing off his shoulders. He rummages through it and finds a piece of paper. The kid flattens it out and tries to read it. The champ no longer can just sit in an awkward admiration of this mystery.
JKash: Hey...you lost?
The kid stares at the paper then at Kash.
Kid: You know where I can find Jason Kash?
The Champion looks puzzled, looking around as if someone has been under a rock. How would he not know who Jason Kash was and be inside of an APW Hosted Event?
JKash: That's me bro, look for the gap and the ladies on my lap...Well not right this moment but...What'd you want to find me for?
The young man sighs in relief.
Kid: I have a delivery for you!
Kash is even more perplexed and yet stricken with anticipation as the mystery seems intriguing. The messenger pulls the black sheet off the cart to reveal an old school tube style television with a VCR built in. The friendly messenger reaches in his bag pulling out an extension cord. This young man connects one end of the cord, then looks down the hall and walks away with the other end.
JKash: Are you Srrious? This thing is ancient!
Kash rather bored by now crosses his arm in slight annoyance now. The kid finally walks back.
Kid: Good lord they should add more outlets around here.
JKash: Or maybe who ever sent the message could have sprung for a DVD burner, then I could watch whatever it is in my locker room...
Kid: Hey I was paid a hundred bucks to roll in this crap for you to see. I don't even know the guy who paid me. Just delivering the message. Ready?
JKash: I do have a match tonight so yeah, let's get on with it kid..
The young man then pulls a VHS tape from his bag and slips it into the slot. The TV flickers with snow briefly then clarity takes over. Both Kash and the Kid look confused when sitting in a chair is a Jigsaw puppet leaned over limp.
JKash: Srrious?...What is this. Someone wants me to watch a shitty out take from the movie Saw?
Just then the puppets head lifts up straight and turns toward the screen as if looking right a Kash. Jason cocks his head a little startled. Then a deep voice begins to speak as the puppets mouth starts to move.
Puppet: Hello Jason, I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life you've made a living copying others, mimicking the achievements of great men. I call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living.
JKash: What the hell? Who sent this? I don't like Dolls..I had this MyBuddy once and it bodyslammed me! Turn this shit off!!
The Kid shrugs not knowing what to say about the video either. He begins to ask Kash a question but Kash doesn't look willing to answer any stupid questions. As he goes to shut it off, the Puppet continues talking. Kash side shoves the kid away, knocking him out of the scene so Kash can see.
Puppet: You have staked claim to a title with rights of suicide. How much blood will you shed to stay champion Jason? You think you are Grand. What will you be...
The Puppet strings all of a sudden get tangled. You can hear the deep voice cursing in frustration.
Voice: Damn Puppet, stupid fucking strings, limp legged creepy...
Kash and the Kid both looked concerned, and confused. Suddenly the Puppet exits the view of the TV screen, then gets wadded up on tossed into the puppet sized chair.
Voice: God Damn it!!!
More commotion can be heard as the camera that was filming this strange piece seems to be lifted up. Kash leans in close trying to figure out what in the blue hell is going on. Then you can see Michael Lively as he holds the camera out filming himself. He looks at the camera and speaks.
Lively: Jason...
He forgets the voice changing mask over his mouth and in a frustrated fit rips it off. He takes a deep breath trying to calm down and starts over.
Lively: Jason Kash, congratulations. Way to be a trail blazer, an innovator. Let's see Grand Slam champion...yeah, I been there done that. Now you are Suicidal champion. You even claimed it from a guy who hates the idea of Suicidal tendencies in wrestling or Xtreme if you will. All sounds familiar, almost like I haves lived this life...oh that's right because I have. No worries Jason Kash soon you will be entered into a game. Like a big jigsaw puzzle that you will have to find you way out of.
Both Kash and the Kid look at each other. The kid once again shrugs and makes a suggestion.
Kid: I think he meant maze.
Lively: I know what I meant.
Kid: Ummm...I thought this was a tape, how can he hear me?
JKash: He does claim to be Jesus..
Lively: I'm the JESUS!!
JKash: Told you.
Lively: Will you have the guts to survive. In this game you can not simply follow in the footsteps of another, the destiny you chose must be your own Jason Kash...
Nothing but silence fills the air as Lively still holds the camera filming himself. Kash looks at the Kid who just shrugs confused.
Lively: God Damn it man, look at the fucking paper...those are the instructions.
The Kid then looks at the paper reading the instructions out loud.
Kid: Put on the mask? Me? O...Kay, can you hold this for a second?
The Kid hands Kash his back pack while he pulls a pig mask out placing on his head. The Kid then tries to read the next step out loud.
Kid: Now Jason do you have what it takes to be as "Violent" as you claim? What WON'T you do to prove how Violent you truly are?
JKash: Get to the point kid, I haven't got all night...
Kid: Prove your Violent Ways and Destroy the...Wait, what?
JKash: What does it say Kid? Spill it already?
Interrupting both of them, Michael Lively speaks out and gives the full directions that the Kid refuses to finish.
Lively: Prove your Violent Ways and Destroy the Kid...Drop him right there, right now...Unless you're chicken, unless you're less deserving of your reign and achievements than the ones Borderland claims to have?
Kid: Screw this guy, a hundred bucks isn't worth--
A big boot planted to the side of the kid's head sends him down hard. Kash stomps away at the innocent bystander. Leaving him limp, Kash looks back at the Television of Ancient Times and smiles.
JKash: I didn't do that to pass some test Lively. I did that because that kid was annoying me. What I will do is give you a game...See how long I'll let you step into my surroundings before I put you down like the old dog you are. You're Time is up, My Time is Now...Lame line but true none the less. I'm today's Grand Slam and you're about as Ancient as this Television...
Michael Lively breaks out into maniacal laughter. Kash kicks over the TV to stop the annoying repetitive laugh the Hall of Famer Michael Lively.
Jason Kash: My time understanding Michael Lively started a long time ago. Longer than most people thought..Now lets move on shall we?
Asylum 9/23 Quezon City, Philippines
Coming out of the bathroom backstage is Jason Kash. He slaps the Suicidal Championship over his shoulder as Mr. Dangerous jogs up to Kash as the door shuts behind him. Both standing in the hallway backstage, Kash nods at Dangerous as the Meltdown Megastar speaks.
Mr. Dangerous: Kash, Kash, I wasn't sure where you ran off too!
JKash: I just dropped a MONSTER! Let's call it Blackwell cause it had a Black tint to it and it got flushed. So to speak..
Mr. Dangerous: Umm..Eww? You said you wanted me here tonight for a reason. Whats up? I've got to make my flight for Meltdown. Thanks for getting me these tickets too man, appreciate it.
Kash wraps an arm around Dangerous and leads them both down the hallway as Kash begins to explain some things to his friend.
JKash: So check it, I've loved having you around these past two weeks. I think we've both prepared well for our matches and I'ma be there for your match on Meltdown. Backstage cheering my boy on! Enough about that though, let's get to the fun part shall we?
As soon as they turn a corner, Kash removes his arm from Dangerous shoulder and shoves open a locker room door. Both men enter and inside is Kash's PR Agent, Tidus Howe who just nods and hands Kash a knife in a sheath. Dangerous looks confused as Kash turns around and removes the Suicidal Championship from his shoulder. Tidus Howe takes the belt and holds it in front of him but remains quiet and still.
Mr. Dangerous: Whats this about?
JKash: I like you, we have a history you and I. You helped me when I needed a REAL partner to step up last year. Thing is I need to know you're loyal to me. To do that..I have something I want you to do..
Mr. Dangerous: Which is...
JKash: Blood oath. A show of loyalty to the cause, to me. I'm not asking for much, just show me that I can trust you. That in order to break this bond of loyalty you will buy your way out or pay in blood. I've already done this, same with Tidus. Now it's yo--
Mr. Dangerous: Wait, like you did back in that shit hole? Bloody Hand Print? I'm not cutting my hand open to do some Hand print on a wall Jason. Not going to happen man.
JKash: Not a wall..A Banner.
Kash steps out of the way to show a big cloth banner hung up on the far wall. It's flag shaped but has the letters "FP" in big letters at it's center along with 2 Bloody Hand Prints already on the flag. Kash raises his eyebrows as he looks back to Dangerous, expecting his answer.
JKash: So, what'll it be? You down?
Mr. Dangerous: We're friends...but..I can't do this. Just kind of freaks me out..
JKash: Okay that's fine, that's cool man no problem. We are friends. In fact forget this altogether, I'm sorry I asked. I have something for you actually.
Kash turns to Tidus and the two stare at each other for a brief moment as Kash drops the sheathed knife into his duffel bag and removes a T-Shirt. Standing, Kash turns around and opens the shirt up. It's a newer Edition of an "Organized Violence" Shirt. Dangerous laughs but in a surprised thrill kind of way as he approaches and grabs it from Kash. He holds it out and then looks at Kash.
Mr. Dangerous: I wasn't in Organized Violence though. That was you and Borderland.
JKash: Bullshit. That fucktard couldn't make it long enough to defend the Tag Titles. It was you and I who made that Tag Team memorable. He was just a shadow. We're doing this, you want to bring back The Tag Team of The Year for 2011? You and Me..
Mr. Dangerous: This is awesome! I'm so down for this!!
JKash: Heh, Alright! Let's make that flight to Meltdown then...
Dangerous pulls his new shirt over his head as Kash and Tidus Howe prepare to leave the arena and head for Meltdown.
Mr. Dangerous: Kash, Kash, I wasn't sure where you ran off too!
JKash: I just dropped a MONSTER! Let's call it Blackwell cause it had a Black tint to it and it got flushed. So to speak..
Mr. Dangerous: Umm..Eww? You said you wanted me here tonight for a reason. Whats up? I've got to make my flight for Meltdown. Thanks for getting me these tickets too man, appreciate it.
Kash wraps an arm around Dangerous and leads them both down the hallway as Kash begins to explain some things to his friend.
JKash: So check it, I've loved having you around these past two weeks. I think we've both prepared well for our matches and I'ma be there for your match on Meltdown. Backstage cheering my boy on! Enough about that though, let's get to the fun part shall we?
As soon as they turn a corner, Kash removes his arm from Dangerous shoulder and shoves open a locker room door. Both men enter and inside is Kash's PR Agent, Tidus Howe who just nods and hands Kash a knife in a sheath. Dangerous looks confused as Kash turns around and removes the Suicidal Championship from his shoulder. Tidus Howe takes the belt and holds it in front of him but remains quiet and still.
Mr. Dangerous: Whats this about?
JKash: I like you, we have a history you and I. You helped me when I needed a REAL partner to step up last year. Thing is I need to know you're loyal to me. To do that..I have something I want you to do..
Mr. Dangerous: Which is...
JKash: Blood oath. A show of loyalty to the cause, to me. I'm not asking for much, just show me that I can trust you. That in order to break this bond of loyalty you will buy your way out or pay in blood. I've already done this, same with Tidus. Now it's yo--
Mr. Dangerous: Wait, like you did back in that shit hole? Bloody Hand Print? I'm not cutting my hand open to do some Hand print on a wall Jason. Not going to happen man.
JKash: Not a wall..A Banner.
Kash steps out of the way to show a big cloth banner hung up on the far wall. It's flag shaped but has the letters "FP" in big letters at it's center along with 2 Bloody Hand Prints already on the flag. Kash raises his eyebrows as he looks back to Dangerous, expecting his answer.
JKash: So, what'll it be? You down?
Mr. Dangerous: We're friends...but..I can't do this. Just kind of freaks me out..
JKash: Okay that's fine, that's cool man no problem. We are friends. In fact forget this altogether, I'm sorry I asked. I have something for you actually.
Kash turns to Tidus and the two stare at each other for a brief moment as Kash drops the sheathed knife into his duffel bag and removes a T-Shirt. Standing, Kash turns around and opens the shirt up. It's a newer Edition of an "Organized Violence" Shirt. Dangerous laughs but in a surprised thrill kind of way as he approaches and grabs it from Kash. He holds it out and then looks at Kash.
Mr. Dangerous: I wasn't in Organized Violence though. That was you and Borderland.
JKash: Bullshit. That fucktard couldn't make it long enough to defend the Tag Titles. It was you and I who made that Tag Team memorable. He was just a shadow. We're doing this, you want to bring back The Tag Team of The Year for 2011? You and Me..
Mr. Dangerous: This is awesome! I'm so down for this!!
JKash: Heh, Alright! Let's make that flight to Meltdown then...
Dangerous pulls his new shirt over his head as Kash and Tidus Howe prepare to leave the arena and head for Meltdown.
Jason Kash: And there shows the attempt at making right with Mr. Dangerous for his part in the destruction of my last reign as APW Tag Champion. I tried and he let me down, didn't earn his place and check Meltdown right after that show to see his reward...Moving on...
Asylum 10/7 Kallang, Singapore
Staring at the wall of his locker room, APW Suicidal Champion Jason Kash is stuck in a gaze at the big banner hanging from the wall. Bloody Hand prints dried out on the banner to represent the two people including himself who have earned their trust in each other. An idea that came to him dreaming and fighting inside of a nightmare in his sleep. His head tilted a bit to the side he stares at the layout of each hand print and a grin stretches across his face.
Jason Kash: Trust. Loyalty has meant so little in this business of ours for years. During a partnership people claim to have such trusts, such loyalties to their friends but most, if not all of those friendships come to an end. That loyalty, that trust has an expiration date. All of this, the purpose of these hand prints covered in blood were not to take me into a Gothic or Cult like frame of mind. It was to really see who I can trust that was or would be around me.
The rise is taking place, the time for loyalties and trust to not come from a friendly bond but a common goal is upon us. Most have not even notice it has awaken. Like the violent thoughts of my mind, the rise will be something nobody can see coming before it strikes. That moment when mouths drop and people's heart beat rapidly because something happened out of the ordinary. That moment when you pick up phones to call your friends and tell them to watch because these things don't happen regularly.
He places his hand up to the bloody hand print he had done seemingly so long ago. It still fits as a perfect match. He scratches a chip of the blood and it powders off into the air. He steps back and looks at it again.
Jason Kash: Maybe I've lost apart of who I am because I no longer do drugs to push back the images and thoughts inside my head that make me want to hurt people. Maybe it was never the drugs that held these things back, maybe it was the acceptance of the fans that held me back from doing what was needed to become who I am now. One thing I know I can do is be great. I've had my ups and downs, my failures and successful moments but in the journey I've had since being in this Promotion, I've made every moment worth the time of anyone watching. I've been a big factor in Asylum's rise and for that WE will give it another...Trust. Loyalty....It can be made, it can be broken.
Johnny Sykes, tonight you and I will go into a world of Hell. Caged Ladder match, the world watching as one of us leaves the ring as the Suicidal Champion of not just Asylum but APW. This show, this brand means the world to me because I've helped carry it into a new Modern Day. A day I helped mold and a Time that is mine to lose. You will experience this hell not because of the structure around us but because of the man standing across from you with blood in his lust, with hunger and violence in his thoughts. On this NIGHT Sykes...You will be beaten and broken at the hands of someone Grand. I can trust that, I'm loyal to that. WE will Rise, WE will know Success beyond recognition. Watch and you shall witness..
Kash walks up and slaps his hand to his print again before grabbing his Suicidal Championship. He then exits the locker room as the scene jumps back to ringside.
Jason Kash: Trust. Loyalty has meant so little in this business of ours for years. During a partnership people claim to have such trusts, such loyalties to their friends but most, if not all of those friendships come to an end. That loyalty, that trust has an expiration date. All of this, the purpose of these hand prints covered in blood were not to take me into a Gothic or Cult like frame of mind. It was to really see who I can trust that was or would be around me.
The rise is taking place, the time for loyalties and trust to not come from a friendly bond but a common goal is upon us. Most have not even notice it has awaken. Like the violent thoughts of my mind, the rise will be something nobody can see coming before it strikes. That moment when mouths drop and people's heart beat rapidly because something happened out of the ordinary. That moment when you pick up phones to call your friends and tell them to watch because these things don't happen regularly.
He places his hand up to the bloody hand print he had done seemingly so long ago. It still fits as a perfect match. He scratches a chip of the blood and it powders off into the air. He steps back and looks at it again.
Jason Kash: Maybe I've lost apart of who I am because I no longer do drugs to push back the images and thoughts inside my head that make me want to hurt people. Maybe it was never the drugs that held these things back, maybe it was the acceptance of the fans that held me back from doing what was needed to become who I am now. One thing I know I can do is be great. I've had my ups and downs, my failures and successful moments but in the journey I've had since being in this Promotion, I've made every moment worth the time of anyone watching. I've been a big factor in Asylum's rise and for that WE will give it another...Trust. Loyalty....It can be made, it can be broken.
Johnny Sykes, tonight you and I will go into a world of Hell. Caged Ladder match, the world watching as one of us leaves the ring as the Suicidal Champion of not just Asylum but APW. This show, this brand means the world to me because I've helped carry it into a new Modern Day. A day I helped mold and a Time that is mine to lose. You will experience this hell not because of the structure around us but because of the man standing across from you with blood in his lust, with hunger and violence in his thoughts. On this NIGHT Sykes...You will be beaten and broken at the hands of someone Grand. I can trust that, I'm loyal to that. WE will Rise, WE will know Success beyond recognition. Watch and you shall witness..
Kash walks up and slaps his hand to his print again before grabbing his Suicidal Championship. He then exits the locker room as the scene jumps back to ringside.
Jason Kash: WOW. See how I did that? All this time and THIS all was hinted towards way back then. Before all the hype, before all the drama, all the troubles I've seen in recent times THIS was coming without question. When Knuckles was opened like a pinata he earned his place, he opened his eyes and now stands in that small circle of people I trust with my LIFE. Lively, Reaver, and myself...We're more than another Faction, our bonds will not end with a feud and then move on from each other.
Our bond is a bond of Brothers. A blood bond. Hate us, Cheer us, we step through the ropes and put on a GOD DAMN SHOW for anyone wanting to see one. We do it well enough to call ourselves former and FUTURE Champions of this business and until you prevent that, until you stand in our way and stop us from achieving these goals...Don't think we won't get our cut. Currency or Blood, Foul Play gets their CUT...Goodnight folks!
