Post by Jason Cashe on Jun 13, 2013 21:05:10 GMT -4
Jason Kash: Ready? OK! How Funky is your Chicken, How Funky is your Chicken...How Loose is your Goose! How Loose is your Goose!! Oh is that worse than...On three...1..2..3..DYING BREED! It's fucking sad! Haha. I sharted a bit laughing as I watched that spot and let me tell you, it's rare anyone laughs at a Dying Breed promo..Suffering Succotash folks went "Fade" after that..haha!
It didn't last. He was smoking weed again. Maybe it was just a one time stumble, maybe he needed something to get him going again but he was puffing HARD the last 24 hours. Not cause of being upset about KJE cause time heals that wound. This was just to get his mind right for Hopkins. Plus smoking drugs when Hopkins recently ODed just seemed humorous to Kash.
Jason Kash: YO!! Ramirez, hold up dude!
Jogging across the street towards Golden Boy felt good. His body bouncing as he makes each stride. His eyes Chinese Eyed for the good mellow reasons. Juan Ramirez stops and almost looks disappointed to see Kash again. Kash doesn't care and understands, just needs to make some shit known.
Juan Ramirez: Whats up man?
As he comes to a stop, Kash extends a hand and Ramirez slap shakes it, they release the shake as Kash speaks up.
Jason Kash: Check it man, I appreciate the shit you've done for me. I know the problems it's caused with your boy. In truth, it was about getting in his head at first. Fucking with them ya know?
Juan Ramirez: Loo--
Cutting him off, Kash speaks up a little but brings it back to normal levels.
Jason Kash: Let me finish! No disrespect to you or this establishment. That money? That was for all you've done as a good dude. You don't owe me shit. I like coming here, training. But I'm probably gonna be out of town tonight so I just wanted to come, pay my respects and show my appreciation for all that's been done. We good?
He extends a fist, wanting a dab from Juan. Staring at the offered form of respect/friendship Juan Ramirez bangs it with his own fist. Kash nods and Ramirez reaches out and pats him to the outside shoulder before turning and heading into his Gym. One with a brand new Sign on the building..
Heading to the closest Subway Train he could find, he was ready to be out of New York for a few days. Hitting up Miami later tonight for a Engagement Party, he has a slight hope of seeing Kaylyn there. If not, plenty of friends to meet at parties. He was all for having fun tonight, being full of fun with Weed, Booze, and good company. His deep thought almost faded out the theme from Psycho playing. He shakes back to reality and pulls his phone from the deep pockets of his baggy jeans. Only one person it could be with that ringtone...
Reaver: HEEELLLLLOOOOO!!!! We're gonna meet up in Atlanta right? Can I bring Spank?
Crossing the street, he nods to a passerby and turns to watch the woman walk away. Even still mixed with his feelings for KJE he has the habit of checking out the backside of women. His eyes though look up and take another glare at the distant Golden Boy building. He grins and continues onto the sidewalk as he begins a conversation with his Tag Partner.
Jason Kash: Don't bring the monkey man, too many enemies right now. We already go to watch our backs to numbers. Lets not add something to that. Wouldn't want to fight for something we care about..
Reaver: Hahahahehe! If someone hurt Spank, I tear off their eye lids and make soup with it! Hehe...You have to beat Hopkins man, this guy needs his ass whipped, I want another shot at him so badly! Been training with Spank on some new moves!
Looking around, Kash wasn't sure who might have heard that. He still responds to his partner on the phone.
Jason Kash: Listening to Jair Jair tell it, all of Foul Play has been training with Juan Ramirez and Golden Boy. Yet you say you have been training with the Chimpanzee? Don't hurt him fucker..
Reaver: I won't! I taught him how to do Little Piggies on my toes! This little piggy went to the market, this little piggi--
Jason Kash: You are a creepy dude, you know that right? I'm heading to the subway though, need to catch a flight. I'll hit you up Saturday.
Reaver: Yeah I've got to prepare for this Battle Royal so we'll talk later..
As Jason hangs up his phone he spots a small group of guys coming down the side walk towards him. All of them sagging skinny jeans with big jackets on. He can't help but to think of how dumb folks look in skinny sagging jeans. They give him an up and down look over but Kash just shakes his head, breaking out into a laughter after walking by. Two of the men turn head back to watch and stand tall as if taken offense by Kash's laughing but he continues walking on. After turning a corner a bit down the street, Kash stops and looks across at the view of the Hudson River in the distance.
Jason Kash: Look at that..Something so vile in truth but looking at it..It has a beauty to it. Jair, I know you don't like me bro. I don't care really but know first and foremost that I'm not trying to take your Mentor from you. Nobody can take that from you. But I found something in Ramirez, in Golden Boy that until you ODed you didn't use yourself and that's the feel of knowing you're 100% prepared for every match. Golden Boy gives me that. Ask Bailey how my training has helped. Ask yourself after Asylum. Foul Play hasn't been training there, I have. Just me. Dying Breed could use a pep as well though couldn't they? As of late you have been one step from crumbs and those Tag Titles the last breath you have.
So tell me, what happens when I beat you and since Mayhem I become the ONE guy who has beaten BOTH members of the Tag Team Champions? Doesn't that mean something? No, Foul Play still have to work to get closer to those belts and we're glad to do so because we look forward to NBK. After all that's gone on, all that's happened recently I have so much to work for, to earn now. Going through you helps get me there Hopkins. Being in Atlanta for Asylum is going to mean the WORLD to me. My birthplace, something you should know all about since I've been in yours for the past week or so. I can tell you're going through some issues dealing with me being here, with me hanging out at Golden Boy. I played mind games with Bailey, I broke him down from inside his head because he flashed his intelligence, his education and this Poverty Risen MAN BEFORE YOU...Took him down..twice!
Roll up Victory! That means so MUCH!!
Doesn't it though? I still had MY Hand Raised just like he did last year when HE took a roll up victory. That makes us tied in more ways than just victories. Don't you get it Hops? I don't have to play mind games with you. Not in order to beat you. You've already defeated yourself inside your own head. Sitting around with Doctors and talking about your problems. Reaver has mental issues but he's not talking to anyone. Look around the roster at how many people have fucked up issues and they find their own inner strength to deal with it but you? Weak. This shouldn't be a surprise. Anyone looking at it can see that you are hurt, offended, you feel betrayed because your Mentor took a donation from me and has helped me when you've fallen off your horse as of late.
Boo fucking Whooo!!
You know what strikes me funny though? You still take time to be surprised by some "nerdy white" guy making a "haters gonna hate" mention. Why is it always race with Dying Breed? Okay, people get it you're black! Wow! I'm white and neither of us could make a choice on the matter either way at birth. It's about as much of a choice as having a penis or vagina. Yet you can't look passed that with even someone sitting there listening to your sappy fucking story. So guess what?
This "Whiteboy" is going to beat the BLACK off of you..Then we'll all be the same shade of pink...
An elderly African American woman comes out from behind him as he leans a shoulder against the building next to him. She steps out and away from him. He laughs and holds up a hand to show he isn't meaning to sound racist. Waving her off not even trying to explain, he just goes back into his point towards Jair.
Jason Kash: Heh..You ODed man, went to rehab, tried to "Buy The Farm" per say...Now you want to take the attention of that off you and have betrayal to cry about. You clearly question where the ball you guys having been dropping has gone but none of you will step up unless the Tag Titles are on the line. Who's fault is that in the end? Have you had unfair tactics used? No, as much as Bailey was distracted by Leon Roberts last show, I was as well but I reacted to what was inside the ring instead. My focus inside that ring is inside those ropes. KJE, New Sindicate or old...I live in the NOW and right now?
I'm stronger than you mentally
I'm more prepared for this than you
I'm not letting my personal issues transform into bad competition...You bitter son of a bitch! Grow up, come out the hood for a minute Jair Jair because while I might have "Chick" problems right now, I've survived those before. I know that game. You though have so much more "hanging over your head" as you put it. You have more to prove but I have more to gain. See beating Bailey was great, I like the guy more now, I think he himself finds respect there where it wasn't before. I did my job there and regardless of how it was done I showed that I can hang and have earned the respect from it. Now beating you, that GIVES me more than it gives you.
Let's PRETEND you beat me for a second!
You STILL have your issues hanging above your head. You find a small step in the right direction but you still suffer from depression. You tried to end your life and you just somehow think beating me ends that? Check twitter man, KJE is already on the path of forgiveness. I spent the night in her House. Albeit we didn't slap goodies we made progress still. We have mixed personal and business and we work through it. Neither of us went off the deep end and tried to OFF ourselves. She sure in the hell didn't LEAVE ME LAID UP IN A HOSPITAL...Goodbye Karen, her bond to you was as weak as you have become in Life...
He wipes his mouth and pushes off the wall. Seeing a penny on the ground, it shows "Heads" and he thinks about luck. Not wanting luck, he ignores the penny and puts more thought to things. Having worry about Hopkins at one time, he goes into that.
Jason Kash: See Hopkins, I felt bad for you when you ODed. Your buddies assumed I was being a smart ass but I asked about you. Foul Play tried to come and visit you! I've BEEN someone who has begged for you to step out of Bailey's shadow have I not? Yet you hate me because I pulled some bitches weave during a Parking Lot Brawl? Because this "Whiteboy" who came from the gutter just as you did has risen to a higher peek? Because my partners, my brothers around me have SHARED a spotlight with me instead of been tossed into my shadow like Bailey has kept you? Whatever the reason Hopkins...Sunday Night...I open up your chest cavity. Sunday Night I step into MY HOMETOWN and give you ONE MORE reason to be depressed. In our world, in our upbringing a loss is better than the extreme I know we've both seen. I could have ya momma picking out ya casket, bastard but I'll settle for just having My Hand Raised...It's the fill to the Addiction I have and I'm looking for an Overdose..
The thought of home as he continues to stare out over the Hudson in the distance strikes him hard. Having not been back to Houston since before Brazil but not having gone "Home" to Atlanta..He can't even remember the last time he hit up his Momma's House.
Jason Kash: ATL, HOTlanta! Birthplace of "The Influence"! I grew up a Hustler, a Gambler of Life, a Dealer, a Hood, A PUNK. Selling to the fiends, hitting up Skate Rinks to spread out some sales. Scrapping with local dopeheads. In New York you got the corners, dark fucking streets once them street lights come on but where I'm from? Shit wide open, spread out. It STAYS Hot. Plenty places to come up missing, to be laid to rest where NOBODY finds you. Cornfields, back roads, swamps. See I done seen everything about "life" someone needs to see and while I respect the hustle here, I've seen it...Yet you can't swang in my hood. My block gets HOT and we will Rumble but the Jungle is my backyard. I will NOT be in the Rumble Match so prepare for that cause I'm sending you to the Multiple Man Match...You just gotta learn to deal with it, facts of LIFE. I'm good...Mentally, Physically (Thanks to Ramirez) I'm good to show that I can past the Test to determine the Best! See you soon...
He checks his watch and has to head to the Subway now or he'll miss the train he needs. Pulling a joint from his shirt pocket, he smells it with a deep inhale as the scene fades to black.
It didn't last. He was smoking weed again. Maybe it was just a one time stumble, maybe he needed something to get him going again but he was puffing HARD the last 24 hours. Not cause of being upset about KJE cause time heals that wound. This was just to get his mind right for Hopkins. Plus smoking drugs when Hopkins recently ODed just seemed humorous to Kash.
Jason Kash: YO!! Ramirez, hold up dude!
Jogging across the street towards Golden Boy felt good. His body bouncing as he makes each stride. His eyes Chinese Eyed for the good mellow reasons. Juan Ramirez stops and almost looks disappointed to see Kash again. Kash doesn't care and understands, just needs to make some shit known.
Juan Ramirez: Whats up man?
As he comes to a stop, Kash extends a hand and Ramirez slap shakes it, they release the shake as Kash speaks up.
Jason Kash: Check it man, I appreciate the shit you've done for me. I know the problems it's caused with your boy. In truth, it was about getting in his head at first. Fucking with them ya know?
Juan Ramirez: Loo--
Cutting him off, Kash speaks up a little but brings it back to normal levels.
Jason Kash: Let me finish! No disrespect to you or this establishment. That money? That was for all you've done as a good dude. You don't owe me shit. I like coming here, training. But I'm probably gonna be out of town tonight so I just wanted to come, pay my respects and show my appreciation for all that's been done. We good?
He extends a fist, wanting a dab from Juan. Staring at the offered form of respect/friendship Juan Ramirez bangs it with his own fist. Kash nods and Ramirez reaches out and pats him to the outside shoulder before turning and heading into his Gym. One with a brand new Sign on the building..
Heading to the closest Subway Train he could find, he was ready to be out of New York for a few days. Hitting up Miami later tonight for a Engagement Party, he has a slight hope of seeing Kaylyn there. If not, plenty of friends to meet at parties. He was all for having fun tonight, being full of fun with Weed, Booze, and good company. His deep thought almost faded out the theme from Psycho playing. He shakes back to reality and pulls his phone from the deep pockets of his baggy jeans. Only one person it could be with that ringtone...
Reaver: HEEELLLLLOOOOO!!!! We're gonna meet up in Atlanta right? Can I bring Spank?
Crossing the street, he nods to a passerby and turns to watch the woman walk away. Even still mixed with his feelings for KJE he has the habit of checking out the backside of women. His eyes though look up and take another glare at the distant Golden Boy building. He grins and continues onto the sidewalk as he begins a conversation with his Tag Partner.
Jason Kash: Don't bring the monkey man, too many enemies right now. We already go to watch our backs to numbers. Lets not add something to that. Wouldn't want to fight for something we care about..
Reaver: Hahahahehe! If someone hurt Spank, I tear off their eye lids and make soup with it! Hehe...You have to beat Hopkins man, this guy needs his ass whipped, I want another shot at him so badly! Been training with Spank on some new moves!
Looking around, Kash wasn't sure who might have heard that. He still responds to his partner on the phone.
Jason Kash: Listening to Jair Jair tell it, all of Foul Play has been training with Juan Ramirez and Golden Boy. Yet you say you have been training with the Chimpanzee? Don't hurt him fucker..
Reaver: I won't! I taught him how to do Little Piggies on my toes! This little piggy went to the market, this little piggi--
Jason Kash: You are a creepy dude, you know that right? I'm heading to the subway though, need to catch a flight. I'll hit you up Saturday.
Reaver: Yeah I've got to prepare for this Battle Royal so we'll talk later..
As Jason hangs up his phone he spots a small group of guys coming down the side walk towards him. All of them sagging skinny jeans with big jackets on. He can't help but to think of how dumb folks look in skinny sagging jeans. They give him an up and down look over but Kash just shakes his head, breaking out into a laughter after walking by. Two of the men turn head back to watch and stand tall as if taken offense by Kash's laughing but he continues walking on. After turning a corner a bit down the street, Kash stops and looks across at the view of the Hudson River in the distance.
Jason Kash: Look at that..Something so vile in truth but looking at it..It has a beauty to it. Jair, I know you don't like me bro. I don't care really but know first and foremost that I'm not trying to take your Mentor from you. Nobody can take that from you. But I found something in Ramirez, in Golden Boy that until you ODed you didn't use yourself and that's the feel of knowing you're 100% prepared for every match. Golden Boy gives me that. Ask Bailey how my training has helped. Ask yourself after Asylum. Foul Play hasn't been training there, I have. Just me. Dying Breed could use a pep as well though couldn't they? As of late you have been one step from crumbs and those Tag Titles the last breath you have.
So tell me, what happens when I beat you and since Mayhem I become the ONE guy who has beaten BOTH members of the Tag Team Champions? Doesn't that mean something? No, Foul Play still have to work to get closer to those belts and we're glad to do so because we look forward to NBK. After all that's gone on, all that's happened recently I have so much to work for, to earn now. Going through you helps get me there Hopkins. Being in Atlanta for Asylum is going to mean the WORLD to me. My birthplace, something you should know all about since I've been in yours for the past week or so. I can tell you're going through some issues dealing with me being here, with me hanging out at Golden Boy. I played mind games with Bailey, I broke him down from inside his head because he flashed his intelligence, his education and this Poverty Risen MAN BEFORE YOU...Took him down..twice!
Roll up Victory! That means so MUCH!!
Doesn't it though? I still had MY Hand Raised just like he did last year when HE took a roll up victory. That makes us tied in more ways than just victories. Don't you get it Hops? I don't have to play mind games with you. Not in order to beat you. You've already defeated yourself inside your own head. Sitting around with Doctors and talking about your problems. Reaver has mental issues but he's not talking to anyone. Look around the roster at how many people have fucked up issues and they find their own inner strength to deal with it but you? Weak. This shouldn't be a surprise. Anyone looking at it can see that you are hurt, offended, you feel betrayed because your Mentor took a donation from me and has helped me when you've fallen off your horse as of late.
Boo fucking Whooo!!
You know what strikes me funny though? You still take time to be surprised by some "nerdy white" guy making a "haters gonna hate" mention. Why is it always race with Dying Breed? Okay, people get it you're black! Wow! I'm white and neither of us could make a choice on the matter either way at birth. It's about as much of a choice as having a penis or vagina. Yet you can't look passed that with even someone sitting there listening to your sappy fucking story. So guess what?
This "Whiteboy" is going to beat the BLACK off of you..Then we'll all be the same shade of pink...
An elderly African American woman comes out from behind him as he leans a shoulder against the building next to him. She steps out and away from him. He laughs and holds up a hand to show he isn't meaning to sound racist. Waving her off not even trying to explain, he just goes back into his point towards Jair.
Jason Kash: Heh..You ODed man, went to rehab, tried to "Buy The Farm" per say...Now you want to take the attention of that off you and have betrayal to cry about. You clearly question where the ball you guys having been dropping has gone but none of you will step up unless the Tag Titles are on the line. Who's fault is that in the end? Have you had unfair tactics used? No, as much as Bailey was distracted by Leon Roberts last show, I was as well but I reacted to what was inside the ring instead. My focus inside that ring is inside those ropes. KJE, New Sindicate or old...I live in the NOW and right now?
I'm stronger than you mentally
I'm more prepared for this than you
I'm not letting my personal issues transform into bad competition...You bitter son of a bitch! Grow up, come out the hood for a minute Jair Jair because while I might have "Chick" problems right now, I've survived those before. I know that game. You though have so much more "hanging over your head" as you put it. You have more to prove but I have more to gain. See beating Bailey was great, I like the guy more now, I think he himself finds respect there where it wasn't before. I did my job there and regardless of how it was done I showed that I can hang and have earned the respect from it. Now beating you, that GIVES me more than it gives you.
Let's PRETEND you beat me for a second!
You STILL have your issues hanging above your head. You find a small step in the right direction but you still suffer from depression. You tried to end your life and you just somehow think beating me ends that? Check twitter man, KJE is already on the path of forgiveness. I spent the night in her House. Albeit we didn't slap goodies we made progress still. We have mixed personal and business and we work through it. Neither of us went off the deep end and tried to OFF ourselves. She sure in the hell didn't LEAVE ME LAID UP IN A HOSPITAL...Goodbye Karen, her bond to you was as weak as you have become in Life...
He wipes his mouth and pushes off the wall. Seeing a penny on the ground, it shows "Heads" and he thinks about luck. Not wanting luck, he ignores the penny and puts more thought to things. Having worry about Hopkins at one time, he goes into that.
Jason Kash: See Hopkins, I felt bad for you when you ODed. Your buddies assumed I was being a smart ass but I asked about you. Foul Play tried to come and visit you! I've BEEN someone who has begged for you to step out of Bailey's shadow have I not? Yet you hate me because I pulled some bitches weave during a Parking Lot Brawl? Because this "Whiteboy" who came from the gutter just as you did has risen to a higher peek? Because my partners, my brothers around me have SHARED a spotlight with me instead of been tossed into my shadow like Bailey has kept you? Whatever the reason Hopkins...Sunday Night...I open up your chest cavity. Sunday Night I step into MY HOMETOWN and give you ONE MORE reason to be depressed. In our world, in our upbringing a loss is better than the extreme I know we've both seen. I could have ya momma picking out ya casket, bastard but I'll settle for just having My Hand Raised...It's the fill to the Addiction I have and I'm looking for an Overdose..
The thought of home as he continues to stare out over the Hudson in the distance strikes him hard. Having not been back to Houston since before Brazil but not having gone "Home" to Atlanta..He can't even remember the last time he hit up his Momma's House.
Jason Kash: ATL, HOTlanta! Birthplace of "The Influence"! I grew up a Hustler, a Gambler of Life, a Dealer, a Hood, A PUNK. Selling to the fiends, hitting up Skate Rinks to spread out some sales. Scrapping with local dopeheads. In New York you got the corners, dark fucking streets once them street lights come on but where I'm from? Shit wide open, spread out. It STAYS Hot. Plenty places to come up missing, to be laid to rest where NOBODY finds you. Cornfields, back roads, swamps. See I done seen everything about "life" someone needs to see and while I respect the hustle here, I've seen it...Yet you can't swang in my hood. My block gets HOT and we will Rumble but the Jungle is my backyard. I will NOT be in the Rumble Match so prepare for that cause I'm sending you to the Multiple Man Match...You just gotta learn to deal with it, facts of LIFE. I'm good...Mentally, Physically (Thanks to Ramirez) I'm good to show that I can past the Test to determine the Best! See you soon...
He checks his watch and has to head to the Subway now or he'll miss the train he needs. Pulling a joint from his shirt pocket, he smells it with a deep inhale as the scene fades to black.
