Post by Jason Cashe on May 16, 2013 22:56:59 GMT -4
The stretched out Beep of Voice Mail is heard, signaling for a message to be left. Following the beep comes Jason Kash's voice:
Lively. This Kash man. I heard what happened. This my second time calling, I didn't know the first time I called. Listen dude I want to pay for the funeral. At least help. We family now man. I know what it's like to lose a Father. If you need anything else man, We're at Barbarella. FP, You know how we do! Currency or Blood..
He pulls the phone from his ear as the scene opens and Jason Kash is standing outside of a building with a Neon Sign that reads: Barbarella. He opens the door and heads inside of what is clearly a Brazilian Strip Club as the music thumps with tremendous bass as soon as the door opens. Reaver and Rob wave and nod Kash over to the tables where they decided to sit. Kash pockets his cell phone and slides in next to Rob at the booth.
Rob: Make sure it's him, Anthony had one heck of a Look-A-Like, he might have hired him to spy! Ha!
Jason Kash: Scoot over and I look nothing that that putz. That alone was a failed attempt, someone reaching.
Reaver: Did you get a hold on Lively this time?
Jason Kash: Nope. Machine again.
Rob: I think it's voice mail these days...Either way I suppose still fits.
The topless waitress walks up to their booth. The camera blurs out her revealing parts. Kash looks up and speaks to her blurred places. Still a smile on her face, she shows she ain't regretful of her career choice and she shouldn't be as she stands ready to take their orders of drinks and grub.
Jason Kash: You speak English huh? (She nods) Cool, I don't know what these fools want but I'ma get a BOTTLE of the hardest liquor you got. We gotta drink for Lively here, get this party in honor of Father Lively started. Nachos, Subs, whatever grub you got, bring it all. We spendin money here tonight! LETS GO!
Reaver: Hahahahehehe! Party time!
Rob: Why is Reaver holding a knife and laughing? Should we be worried? Kash? Seriously, should we? Why you staring at me?
Jason Kash: Quit scaring the man Reaver, we need women. Go sniff out the winners!!
Reaver's eyes go wide and he gets excited as he slides out the booth and crawls around on the floor. He starts sniffing every woman he can find and there are alot of them standing around, dancing, lap dances, and taking or giving orders. Rob watches surprised at the way he rudely goes up to women and smell their butts like a dog. Kash shakes his head with a smile on his face. He nudges Rob and gets his attention.
Jason Kash: You got someone special back home?
Rob: There was someone "special" but...It didn't really work out. I'm not sure she even noticed..
Jason Kash: Well shiiiiit! Let's get you involved man, active in the tail chase! Come with me.
Both of them exit the booth and Rob seems a little uneasy as he follows Kash. Reaver still crawling around smells another chick and jumps away from her butt from the smell. He waves off the front of his nose and turns sideways and lifts a leg like he's pissing on her. Rob side steps to get further away from him as Kash doesn't even notice. Stopping at a very attractive dark skinned Brazilian woman, Kash starts speaking to her. She doesn't speak English at all so he pulls out a stack of currency. Her eyes smile at him as does her mouth. Kash turns and places an arm to Rob's back, walking him forward. The woman with no top on, blurred chest grabs Rob's hand and takes him away. Kash smiles, almost feeling pride in his good deed. As he heads back to their Booth, he puts his eyes to the camera like he has an attraction to it. Taking his seat, his voice comes out with total focus.
Jason Kash: We doing it big here in Brazil. This was Lively's idea to begin with. Understandable he couldn't make it to his own party. Now the memory of a Father is our motivation to celebrate. Not for his death but in honor of the memory of it. This is our night just as Sunday will be our night. They say people who have a lot in common either get along great or not at all. I can see that more in this moment than ever before Bailey. See we have certain things about us that are very much the same. We both won our first World Titles from Veterans, Captains of the Ring. We both won the TapOut Title when NOBODY else cared about it. We both won our first set of Tag Titles when the titles were Vacant. We both rose through Asylum as Stars on the Rise and while I've hit road bumps, I've always remained in my position. As a structure, a pillar holding up the roof of this show. You too have been in that position and I won't try and take that from you.
We both have friends, people loyal to us for one reason or another. We have plenty in common but my disliking for you, my hatred for you didn't come right away. No, no, that first match we had...? My talks of destroying dreams and hopes of a young man? That was all truth. I had been that person many times over, still I have claimed the role of Dream Eater if the position opens. But that was me telling you how it was, not disrespecting you. When two people who have no conflict with each other go into a match, a contest of competitive combat of any kind. Words get thrown around, things get said. It's the daily life of our business Bailey. STILL I raised your hand and gave you respect when it was due. Nothing came in return. You boasted and bragged.
As of late Bailey we've seen Gay Jokes, Junkie Jokes, and to top it all off..Ugly jokes! It's like Twilight, we've went back to the days of childhood name calling with nothing to back it. All you've given me is filler, all you've given everyone. After everything done to you, YOU should be pissed off and..I just didn't see that. Once again you're acting smooth and we've seen that you're mad Bailey, that you're weak right now. Mentally breaking at a slow pace. Show me something Bailey, show your "Fans" something because you could have the BEST "Posse" out there and still be full of shit...As seen on TV from you recently. You're boring and you'll be exposed Sunday and Monday...How does that feel?
The blurred chest of a Waitress steps to the booth with a big tray held in both her hands. It has 2 bottles of Alcohol, shot glasses and like 4 orders of Nachos. She begins to unload the goodies onto the table in front of Kash and he grabs the shot glasses and one of the bottles. He lines up the glasses and opens the bottle to pour.
Waitress: If there is anything else I can get you, let me know. You interested in a Lap Dance honey?
He knew better than that with cameras rolling. His eyes glance over and he sees Reaver standing and cutting at his own neck with his hand. Pointing at the Stripper Waitress next to Kash, he's sending a warning to Kash and he takes notice.
Jason Kash: Nah I'm good baby, thanks for the table though. My boy over there in the mask is down though, it's on me. Come see me when you done.
She hurries along, her bare butt cheeks bounce and giggle with each step away from Kash and towards Reaver. At first Reaver gives Kash a look, knowing he did something. The Stripper says something to Reaver and he breaks into a big grin. He jogs over to Kash and slaps a hand down on his shoulder.
Reaver: THANK YOU! I like it a little stanky! HAHAHAHAHEHEHE!!
Returning to his "Date" for the next hour or so, Reaver leads the Stripper or she leads him to the back rooms where the Magic happens. Kash didn't know how far these Strippers would go, it was Brazil not American clubs with so many rules. Some would argue this line of work is an Art, others probably argue against it being so but all "art" can be debated on. It reminds him...
Jason Kash: Bailey, It's cute that you went and rewrote a scene from an Oscar Wilde novel. Really it is, artistic vision isn't much respected anymore. See time after time we see you sitting in your town house, giving people the same boring scene over and over again, is that art? We get it! You have money, you live wealthy! And now this reworking of another man's art? You like so many others have gone Hollywood! Not in the celebrity fashion like some but in the way of how you after all I've done to you to drag your name through the mud, to hurt you and all you do is remake something? Shows that your dedication has faded. Hell WHERE is Tasha? Did you toss her to the curb as well? Like you did with Rob?
I bet you started thinking too much. Started going through your thoughts at how violated Tasha might be, how battered she was, how FOULED she might have become while with me and it drove you crazy. When in the history of this business or in relationships has a man's HEART been taken from him and then when that HEART is used to hurt him, he puts it to the side after he gets it back? Shows the kind of MAN you are Bailey..I could dress in a flashy suit, wear expensive shades, get a 50 dollar hair cut and show off nice homes as well but I won't put on that front. I won't play pretend that I'm not the asshole that EVERYONE knows me as being.
I don't hide who I am. Yet with the proof in Rob and Tasha, you clearly hide more than you let on. You can bring in all the look-a-likes you want too but the fact remains Bailey...You're no better than a Studio Gangster, a pretend player. You are the kind of guy who fakes an injury in Fantasy Football League because you're losing the season. It's in your DNA, it's why you told Mommy you wouldn't want me getting my hands on your little Home Movies. Surely it isn't to prevent me from seeing you as a punk because I've BEEN SEEN THAT. People don't need to see tapes from your childhood to know that, nobody does. People might buy your product but they lie to themselves when they step out into the social world. In reality, my truth is gospel. You can quote this or that, preach like a Pastor but in the end Bailey...My truth will rise...Along with my hand in victory.
The music stops playing. Kash looks around and over at the DJ Booth as he appears to be changing records. The DJ grabs his mic and begins to make an announcement. Kash can't understand the words coming from the man's mouth. Everything is mostly spoken in Portuguese but Kash keeps watch. Suddenly everyone turns and stares at him, he remembers the movie "From Dusk till Dawn" and almost shits himself. Then they begin to cheer. He doesn't understand why but then Rob steps out on the Main Stage with a Stripper at either side of him. Kash turns and watches his new friend.
Jason Kash: What..the..fuck?
The girls with him sit him on the stage floor and music begins to play once again. Rob looks over at Kash and shrugs like he isn't sure whats going on either. One of the Strippers stands in front of Rob and drops down into a push up position. She puts her legs up onto Rob's shoulders and to Kash and Rob's surprise, The Stripper starts slamming her ass into Rob's face. Kash slaps his leg and laughs his ass off as she continues to ram. Rob tries to break free but the other ladies keep him there, rubbing his chest through his shirt.
Even Reaver steps out from the back, points towards stage and is laughing hard. Surely like he usually does but harder as everyone watches the show. The Stripper stops, stands up and bows to the crowd before suddenly jumping up and Bonzi Drops right onto Rob's lap. Kash bounces in his seat laughing so hard as everything roars in celebration.
Jason Kash: You got one thing right though Bailey. Well I'm sure a few things but only one I'll give you credit for right now. You said Asylum is about the fans. You're right...in a sense. See they matter because without them we aren't getting paid. But if you take money out of the situation completely like I am doing, they are just puppets on a string who cheer and boo for whoever fills a need. Ask yourself something. Who does the majority relate too more? The wealthy, college graduate in you or the poverty to middle class upbringing, struggle to live a half normal life in me? They might cheer for you because you are the American Dream but I'm the American Reality.
I don't put on a happy face and put together remakes of someone else's ORIGINALITY because it's whats popular or cool. I don't take advice from PR and let THEM decide what I should and shouldn't say. I'm not controlled by anyone but myself. That's the reality Bailey. THAT'S THE TRUTH. You are "The Promise" just as much as American has the Promise of Freedom..The Pursuit of Happiness. You can chase a Dream, trust a Promise, Pursue Happiness...But in reality, unless you know the right people or outright TAKE what you desire...All of those "Nice" things are just a far reaching goal too many people set and never accomplish. I'm the reality of the world.
I've earned, I've taken because I've fought to accomplish what I gained. NOTHING HANDED TO ME! Not my World Title Shot, not anything I've had and accomplished in this business or in life. This match? It's what I will fight to gain now. Where you struggle I stride. In this match I am your counter, I am the answer to "The Promise" and I will BREAK it, I will HAND M&M those Tag Titles because I will do them the favor of hurting you at Mayhem. You can pinky promise THAT but it's a promise you can't keep, you will NOT BEAT ME. You say I'll never forget you, that's true but you can never forget me either. If you claim I don't haunt you at night, have you sweating, wondering if I'll make another appearance in your home..You're a liar. As much as I'll remember you for our little rivalry, you'll fear me because of what I will do to gain your attention. I better be something you're addicted too, something you as badly as I do CRAVE this match to happen. DESIRE the injection of Action that will fill my Addiction. You better feel that way too Bailey...
A commotion grabs the attention of Jason Kash. He turns to see a small group of men surrounding the stage, a few of them on the stage. Kash slides out of the booth and walks over, pushing open the crowd and sees one of the men on stage grabbing Rob from around the collar. Yelling in Portuguese.
Jason Kash: HEY! HEY!
Hopping up onto the stage, Kash grabs the guy's shoulder and spins him around, socking him to the jaw a big brawl ensues. Rob drops down and jumps up on some dude's back as Kash sticks someone to the ribs with a solid punch. Reaver comes out from the back readjusting his mask, he turns and sees the brawling and smiles. He grabs a filled pitcher of beer and takes a big swig. He rushes to the crowd and smashes the pitcher against the back of a man's head. Beer everywhere. Bouncers get involved, Kash punches one of them as well as he stands and almost defends Rob. Kash shrugs at the camera as it shakes from the fighting surrounding it,
Jason Kash: People just suck the fun out of things don't they?
Having made his way closer to his Tag Partner, Reaver pops up behind Kash and answers the rhetorical question.
Reaver: It's never them, you'll be to blame when the dust settles, watch!
They continue fighting with the Posse of hating men until more Bouncers enter the building from outside. The scene begins to fade as Kash rams someone into the stripper pole.
*Stripper idea came from the following video:
Lively. This Kash man. I heard what happened. This my second time calling, I didn't know the first time I called. Listen dude I want to pay for the funeral. At least help. We family now man. I know what it's like to lose a Father. If you need anything else man, We're at Barbarella. FP, You know how we do! Currency or Blood..
He pulls the phone from his ear as the scene opens and Jason Kash is standing outside of a building with a Neon Sign that reads: Barbarella. He opens the door and heads inside of what is clearly a Brazilian Strip Club as the music thumps with tremendous bass as soon as the door opens. Reaver and Rob wave and nod Kash over to the tables where they decided to sit. Kash pockets his cell phone and slides in next to Rob at the booth.
Rob: Make sure it's him, Anthony had one heck of a Look-A-Like, he might have hired him to spy! Ha!
Jason Kash: Scoot over and I look nothing that that putz. That alone was a failed attempt, someone reaching.
Reaver: Did you get a hold on Lively this time?
Jason Kash: Nope. Machine again.
Rob: I think it's voice mail these days...Either way I suppose still fits.
The topless waitress walks up to their booth. The camera blurs out her revealing parts. Kash looks up and speaks to her blurred places. Still a smile on her face, she shows she ain't regretful of her career choice and she shouldn't be as she stands ready to take their orders of drinks and grub.
Jason Kash: You speak English huh? (She nods) Cool, I don't know what these fools want but I'ma get a BOTTLE of the hardest liquor you got. We gotta drink for Lively here, get this party in honor of Father Lively started. Nachos, Subs, whatever grub you got, bring it all. We spendin money here tonight! LETS GO!
Reaver: Hahahahehehe! Party time!
Rob: Why is Reaver holding a knife and laughing? Should we be worried? Kash? Seriously, should we? Why you staring at me?
Jason Kash: Quit scaring the man Reaver, we need women. Go sniff out the winners!!
Reaver's eyes go wide and he gets excited as he slides out the booth and crawls around on the floor. He starts sniffing every woman he can find and there are alot of them standing around, dancing, lap dances, and taking or giving orders. Rob watches surprised at the way he rudely goes up to women and smell their butts like a dog. Kash shakes his head with a smile on his face. He nudges Rob and gets his attention.
Jason Kash: You got someone special back home?
Rob: There was someone "special" but...It didn't really work out. I'm not sure she even noticed..
Jason Kash: Well shiiiiit! Let's get you involved man, active in the tail chase! Come with me.
Both of them exit the booth and Rob seems a little uneasy as he follows Kash. Reaver still crawling around smells another chick and jumps away from her butt from the smell. He waves off the front of his nose and turns sideways and lifts a leg like he's pissing on her. Rob side steps to get further away from him as Kash doesn't even notice. Stopping at a very attractive dark skinned Brazilian woman, Kash starts speaking to her. She doesn't speak English at all so he pulls out a stack of currency. Her eyes smile at him as does her mouth. Kash turns and places an arm to Rob's back, walking him forward. The woman with no top on, blurred chest grabs Rob's hand and takes him away. Kash smiles, almost feeling pride in his good deed. As he heads back to their Booth, he puts his eyes to the camera like he has an attraction to it. Taking his seat, his voice comes out with total focus.
Jason Kash: We doing it big here in Brazil. This was Lively's idea to begin with. Understandable he couldn't make it to his own party. Now the memory of a Father is our motivation to celebrate. Not for his death but in honor of the memory of it. This is our night just as Sunday will be our night. They say people who have a lot in common either get along great or not at all. I can see that more in this moment than ever before Bailey. See we have certain things about us that are very much the same. We both won our first World Titles from Veterans, Captains of the Ring. We both won the TapOut Title when NOBODY else cared about it. We both won our first set of Tag Titles when the titles were Vacant. We both rose through Asylum as Stars on the Rise and while I've hit road bumps, I've always remained in my position. As a structure, a pillar holding up the roof of this show. You too have been in that position and I won't try and take that from you.
We both have friends, people loyal to us for one reason or another. We have plenty in common but my disliking for you, my hatred for you didn't come right away. No, no, that first match we had...? My talks of destroying dreams and hopes of a young man? That was all truth. I had been that person many times over, still I have claimed the role of Dream Eater if the position opens. But that was me telling you how it was, not disrespecting you. When two people who have no conflict with each other go into a match, a contest of competitive combat of any kind. Words get thrown around, things get said. It's the daily life of our business Bailey. STILL I raised your hand and gave you respect when it was due. Nothing came in return. You boasted and bragged.
As of late Bailey we've seen Gay Jokes, Junkie Jokes, and to top it all off..Ugly jokes! It's like Twilight, we've went back to the days of childhood name calling with nothing to back it. All you've given me is filler, all you've given everyone. After everything done to you, YOU should be pissed off and..I just didn't see that. Once again you're acting smooth and we've seen that you're mad Bailey, that you're weak right now. Mentally breaking at a slow pace. Show me something Bailey, show your "Fans" something because you could have the BEST "Posse" out there and still be full of shit...As seen on TV from you recently. You're boring and you'll be exposed Sunday and Monday...How does that feel?
The blurred chest of a Waitress steps to the booth with a big tray held in both her hands. It has 2 bottles of Alcohol, shot glasses and like 4 orders of Nachos. She begins to unload the goodies onto the table in front of Kash and he grabs the shot glasses and one of the bottles. He lines up the glasses and opens the bottle to pour.
Waitress: If there is anything else I can get you, let me know. You interested in a Lap Dance honey?
He knew better than that with cameras rolling. His eyes glance over and he sees Reaver standing and cutting at his own neck with his hand. Pointing at the Stripper Waitress next to Kash, he's sending a warning to Kash and he takes notice.
Jason Kash: Nah I'm good baby, thanks for the table though. My boy over there in the mask is down though, it's on me. Come see me when you done.
She hurries along, her bare butt cheeks bounce and giggle with each step away from Kash and towards Reaver. At first Reaver gives Kash a look, knowing he did something. The Stripper says something to Reaver and he breaks into a big grin. He jogs over to Kash and slaps a hand down on his shoulder.
Reaver: THANK YOU! I like it a little stanky! HAHAHAHAHEHEHE!!
Returning to his "Date" for the next hour or so, Reaver leads the Stripper or she leads him to the back rooms where the Magic happens. Kash didn't know how far these Strippers would go, it was Brazil not American clubs with so many rules. Some would argue this line of work is an Art, others probably argue against it being so but all "art" can be debated on. It reminds him...
Jason Kash: Bailey, It's cute that you went and rewrote a scene from an Oscar Wilde novel. Really it is, artistic vision isn't much respected anymore. See time after time we see you sitting in your town house, giving people the same boring scene over and over again, is that art? We get it! You have money, you live wealthy! And now this reworking of another man's art? You like so many others have gone Hollywood! Not in the celebrity fashion like some but in the way of how you after all I've done to you to drag your name through the mud, to hurt you and all you do is remake something? Shows that your dedication has faded. Hell WHERE is Tasha? Did you toss her to the curb as well? Like you did with Rob?
I bet you started thinking too much. Started going through your thoughts at how violated Tasha might be, how battered she was, how FOULED she might have become while with me and it drove you crazy. When in the history of this business or in relationships has a man's HEART been taken from him and then when that HEART is used to hurt him, he puts it to the side after he gets it back? Shows the kind of MAN you are Bailey..I could dress in a flashy suit, wear expensive shades, get a 50 dollar hair cut and show off nice homes as well but I won't put on that front. I won't play pretend that I'm not the asshole that EVERYONE knows me as being.
I don't hide who I am. Yet with the proof in Rob and Tasha, you clearly hide more than you let on. You can bring in all the look-a-likes you want too but the fact remains Bailey...You're no better than a Studio Gangster, a pretend player. You are the kind of guy who fakes an injury in Fantasy Football League because you're losing the season. It's in your DNA, it's why you told Mommy you wouldn't want me getting my hands on your little Home Movies. Surely it isn't to prevent me from seeing you as a punk because I've BEEN SEEN THAT. People don't need to see tapes from your childhood to know that, nobody does. People might buy your product but they lie to themselves when they step out into the social world. In reality, my truth is gospel. You can quote this or that, preach like a Pastor but in the end Bailey...My truth will rise...Along with my hand in victory.
The music stops playing. Kash looks around and over at the DJ Booth as he appears to be changing records. The DJ grabs his mic and begins to make an announcement. Kash can't understand the words coming from the man's mouth. Everything is mostly spoken in Portuguese but Kash keeps watch. Suddenly everyone turns and stares at him, he remembers the movie "From Dusk till Dawn" and almost shits himself. Then they begin to cheer. He doesn't understand why but then Rob steps out on the Main Stage with a Stripper at either side of him. Kash turns and watches his new friend.
Jason Kash: What..the..fuck?
The girls with him sit him on the stage floor and music begins to play once again. Rob looks over at Kash and shrugs like he isn't sure whats going on either. One of the Strippers stands in front of Rob and drops down into a push up position. She puts her legs up onto Rob's shoulders and to Kash and Rob's surprise, The Stripper starts slamming her ass into Rob's face. Kash slaps his leg and laughs his ass off as she continues to ram. Rob tries to break free but the other ladies keep him there, rubbing his chest through his shirt.
Even Reaver steps out from the back, points towards stage and is laughing hard. Surely like he usually does but harder as everyone watches the show. The Stripper stops, stands up and bows to the crowd before suddenly jumping up and Bonzi Drops right onto Rob's lap. Kash bounces in his seat laughing so hard as everything roars in celebration.
Jason Kash: You got one thing right though Bailey. Well I'm sure a few things but only one I'll give you credit for right now. You said Asylum is about the fans. You're right...in a sense. See they matter because without them we aren't getting paid. But if you take money out of the situation completely like I am doing, they are just puppets on a string who cheer and boo for whoever fills a need. Ask yourself something. Who does the majority relate too more? The wealthy, college graduate in you or the poverty to middle class upbringing, struggle to live a half normal life in me? They might cheer for you because you are the American Dream but I'm the American Reality.
I don't put on a happy face and put together remakes of someone else's ORIGINALITY because it's whats popular or cool. I don't take advice from PR and let THEM decide what I should and shouldn't say. I'm not controlled by anyone but myself. That's the reality Bailey. THAT'S THE TRUTH. You are "The Promise" just as much as American has the Promise of Freedom..The Pursuit of Happiness. You can chase a Dream, trust a Promise, Pursue Happiness...But in reality, unless you know the right people or outright TAKE what you desire...All of those "Nice" things are just a far reaching goal too many people set and never accomplish. I'm the reality of the world.
I've earned, I've taken because I've fought to accomplish what I gained. NOTHING HANDED TO ME! Not my World Title Shot, not anything I've had and accomplished in this business or in life. This match? It's what I will fight to gain now. Where you struggle I stride. In this match I am your counter, I am the answer to "The Promise" and I will BREAK it, I will HAND M&M those Tag Titles because I will do them the favor of hurting you at Mayhem. You can pinky promise THAT but it's a promise you can't keep, you will NOT BEAT ME. You say I'll never forget you, that's true but you can never forget me either. If you claim I don't haunt you at night, have you sweating, wondering if I'll make another appearance in your home..You're a liar. As much as I'll remember you for our little rivalry, you'll fear me because of what I will do to gain your attention. I better be something you're addicted too, something you as badly as I do CRAVE this match to happen. DESIRE the injection of Action that will fill my Addiction. You better feel that way too Bailey...
A commotion grabs the attention of Jason Kash. He turns to see a small group of men surrounding the stage, a few of them on the stage. Kash slides out of the booth and walks over, pushing open the crowd and sees one of the men on stage grabbing Rob from around the collar. Yelling in Portuguese.
Jason Kash: HEY! HEY!
Hopping up onto the stage, Kash grabs the guy's shoulder and spins him around, socking him to the jaw a big brawl ensues. Rob drops down and jumps up on some dude's back as Kash sticks someone to the ribs with a solid punch. Reaver comes out from the back readjusting his mask, he turns and sees the brawling and smiles. He grabs a filled pitcher of beer and takes a big swig. He rushes to the crowd and smashes the pitcher against the back of a man's head. Beer everywhere. Bouncers get involved, Kash punches one of them as well as he stands and almost defends Rob. Kash shrugs at the camera as it shakes from the fighting surrounding it,
Jason Kash: People just suck the fun out of things don't they?
Having made his way closer to his Tag Partner, Reaver pops up behind Kash and answers the rhetorical question.
Reaver: It's never them, you'll be to blame when the dust settles, watch!
They continue fighting with the Posse of hating men until more Bouncers enter the building from outside. The scene begins to fade as Kash rams someone into the stripper pole.
*Stripper idea came from the following video:
