Post by Jason Cashe on Oct 1, 2013 4:19:44 GMT -4
"Sometimes LIFE just sucks the Jelly right out of your Donut. We'll get shit right again, no worries. We stay on our grind, our hustle top form right now." Jason says and he was pissed too. He just knew that Juan Ramirez had more of a loss to things right now. "We've got to get you ready for Lester, that is what we need to focus on right now. Golden Boy burning down...We'll handle that soon enough." His voice filled with a sadness with a hint of determination and that kept faith in them both.
Since the Gym had burned down, things were everywhere with training. One minute they were in one building, the next in another being forced to use someone else's ring and equipment but soon Ramirez had folks down in a stuffy basement, training with a more strict technical training and it had worked buckets full of sweat out of all of them. "He thinks of you as being beneath him, everyone does. It's up to you to prove them wrong. How hard you train, how much you want it." He says after Kash begins grappling with a trainee who still comes for lessons.
They had been at it for hours now and the basement was beginning to stink. He didn't even want to think about where the smells were coming from as he rolled and pinned the guy training with him. Letting the guy go, Kash waves him off and sits on the mats dripping with sweat. "We need a better spot bro. This.." He takes a deep and hard gulp trying to get his mouth to wet. "This is going to give one of us a Heat Stroke!" Finally managing to get out what he wanted to say as Ramirez laughs at the comment.
"Would you rather win against Level One or risk a Heat Stroke?" Even as he asked the question, Kash knew in his head that he wanted to scrap with Level One. It's BEEN on his mind to get this match and it's finally here. "I want this shit more than winning another World Title." He grunts and begins to push up to his feet. Grabbing a hand towel, Kash wipes his forehead and takes a swig from a bottle of now warm water that was leaning against one of the walls.
"Any word on who might have caused the fire?" His breath almost sounding strained after gulping down the water. Ramirez talking to the trainee before patting him on the shoulder. The trainee leaves as Ramirez turns and answers the question thrown at him. "Not just yet but I know we'll find these punks. They owe me some funds!"
Ramirez hands Kash another bottle of water, wanting him to stay hydrated. Kash unscrews the lid and swallows it down in a few chugs. He laughs as he wipes some that didn't keep in his mouth. "We should torture them when they found. Like the folks who sees me walking into this match as the loser already..Maybe I can't beat him but I sure want my chance!" He says it with his own doubt as he turns and shoots the empty Water bottle in the garbage can.
"Doesn't matter what people say or think. Those fans will scream your name and they want to see your hand raised! You have to believe it yourself though, beating Lester isn't an impossible task. Just a big mountain to climb. Be prepared and you can climb any mountain Jason." Saying it, Kash can feel the words and see the mountain needing to be climbed. He nods in agreement with Ramirez as they begin to roll up the training mats and gather up the gear to leave.
After boxing it all up, Kash hits the lights as they head upstairs. Once outside, they stand on the gravel as the cold breeze blows by them on a cold New York night. "One more session before you get on the flight tomorrow, ok? We need to throw you through some drills, make sure the very best Jason Kash enters the ring on Thursday! Alright man? I'll catch you later!" He extends a hand and Kash slap shakes it. "Bet. I'll be here in the AM. If you need too man, we can convert that apartment I have into a training room for the time being?" His offer raises Ramirez's eyebrows.
"I'll think on that, we should with your money and Dying Breed's donations have enough to get shit going again soon. Hopefully I can get that insurance money. We'll get right. Later man." And that was that as Ramirez turns and walks off rubbing his hands together to get warmed up. Kash enjoying the cold breeze begins to walk down the gravel paved parking lot. This can give him time to think, put some thoughts together on various things. He chuckles at the thought of anything BUT Level One even being discussed right now.
"I didn't always want this match, this fight. At one time I liked Level One, defended him when people praised others over him. He, like myself is a loyalist to APW. Our names have risen and grown while remaining members of THIS Promotion alone. We didn't venture out other than to appear as a representative for this company in some Tournament or Special Event held elsewhere. This is our home and has been for as long as I've been at these shows, lived on the road for Action and been signed to this company. He's been here as well. Representing and holding it down on Overdrive as the KING of OD has been a given, who on that show has done more?
I knew when my name started to rise, I could hear the lingering opinion of Asylum from veterans on Overdrive. Lester included. Asylum was the Indy show, it was the Bingo Halls and FOOD NETWORK Wrestling Program and that was for good reason...At the time. The talent was there but the pool was shallow. It was big fish in a small pond without question for most on that roster. Then guys like Myself, Anthony Bailey, Aubrey J. Parker, and now even Terry Marvin who have stepped in and lifted what was and brought it into a new direction. You can't argue that this show now, the Asylum that now stands isn't those things once said by all those veterans. This isn't your "Blackwell" show anymore and it's because of people like me who have BUSTED MY ASS to push the ceiling and carrying a load that Overdrive needed help keeping a grasp on for APW.
When a surge of talent came through the doors, Kurt Noble, Chris Hart, and various others. The majority of them went to Overdrive because over there Drama comes hand in hand with Action but Asylum? We got Christian Kane, Allioth Starre, and Chris Strike because when they came to APW for their little time here, they wanted ACTION and got MORE than they could handle...NOT on Overdrive but on Asylum. We've EARNED our place as not your "Little Brother" but your Brother who can hit and swing with the best of them and EITHER show that DOES produce TOP talent. Who can argue that? I'm sure Lester will try though.."
After a car passes, he dips into the street to cross it. The street lights already lighting up the roads as people afar sit on stoops playing music while others chat it up with friends. Kash lifts his nose and smells the air as a hint of marijuana comes by him with the night breeze. Up on the curb and back on a sidewalk, he gets right back into his thoughts out loud.
"That World Heavyweight Title that you drag around from it's straps?" Now speaking more directly at Level One as if he's right there to hear it. "I helped make that. I helped give that a purpose and give it a position in a prestige discussion. You claim that isn't true but without that belt, without that Championship raised up in victory, this Asylum show would have remained low budget and the trade for Undisputed wouldn't have had any value but it brought bigger ratings. Most of us on Asylum still view that World Title as OUR Title. That's not saying we dislike or don't want to hold the Undisputed but like you Lester, I frowned on that change. When Terry came to Asylum with it I was mad but then I realized I've had the World Title and it was time to add my name among the list of men and women YOU gave prestige too. Something fresh but with an enriched History and when the time comes and it will come, when I become Undisputed Champion...I will not drag it through the mud because I don't approve of the show it came from but will see that my name is now listed on a short list of Champions who have been able to hold such an achievement. SUCH as you should have felt when you became World Champion and for that, for that reaction from you...You instantly made an enemy of me.
Not that you care though right? I'm "Small Time" and the belt you have over your shoulder, dragged by the straps is as well or was before you captured it. Heh..That only makes this more fun for me ya know? Knowing you feel that way about me, about that Title. It makes me want to drive my elbow, my knees, my fists as deep through your face as humanly possible and NOW I get that chance! RRRRAAAH!! Feels good to do bad and get something good as a punishment. I mean who would put money on ME BEATING YOU!? If it was simulated, 99 of 100 matches would be won by you with me as your opponent. I don't deny that but my entire career has been made off that 1%. Ask Sally, ask Bailey, ask Daryl Fletcher who I beat for my first EVER World Title in this business. I can take losses and I get right back up, hell I've ENJOYED getting tattooed with big finishers in APW and have a list to prove that. So I'm not looking for a home run here, that would be unrealistic but if the right pitch comes over that plate...It's going out the park if you want to believe it can happen or not."
His pace comes to a halt. Looking down the street he swears he is looking at Kaylyn James Evans. No way it was her but it sure looked like her. He laughed thinking how he'd have messed with her if it had been. The thought of her bothered him these days and he did all he could to not even mention her name but he KNEW Level One would.
"I was mad as fuck when KJE told me she was jumping shows and broke it off with me. I broke up with her twice before so I guess it was deserved and over due. Thing is I look at the Synndicate and wonder how you even sell it as a Faction? You've got a Lead Singer, 2 Backup Dancers and a Groupie who couldn't tell you where she's been on her back more in life. The ring or outside of it. To think I helped drive that label on her in APW! Splendid I say! Haha. Still I have to wonder how that works? How do you go from being the biggest and toughest "Sindicate" in Pro Wrestling to becoming a Synndicate that a Video Game crew has more credibility in using the same name. You're surrounded by bitches who would dance for dollars if the pay off was good enough. How'd that happen dawg? You had Rebel and he left you high and dry cause carrying the weight of a group can be back breaking. Then you had Terry Marvin who swept the Sindicate out from under you, taking it for himself and OWNING you in the end, earning himself the role of having the better group.
It must have alot to do with why you've tried giving that belt away. Why you've contemplated leaving this business and why your Fiance is "Cunting" it out every time she is seen on camera. Your world is fucked up man and it's all because of who you surround yourself with. Do you deny that Kaylyn is a Butt Slut Attention Whore? Do you deny that if her Vagina could talk it'd be a bazillion different voices screaming in regret? It's never her fault but if you need proof I can go dig up Corey Graves, Donald Deruty, Roy Speede, or hell her twitter says IWF so maybe Tyler would have a thing or two to say about everything. She came to APW because of me, because I left her high and dry for a better piece of ass a few years back and she knew she had another opening and took it.
This is what she does though, she jumps as quickly as she can, as high as she can up the ladder of spotlights and guess what? You are her current project. Congrats. Everyone who has ever had anything to do with her has stopped talking to her, not the other way around and it's ALWAYS someone else's fault. It will eventually be yours as well just as it was mine, just as it was Christian Kane's, just as it was so many others before you. Strap up big homie and DON'T introduce her to your Momma! I won't even get into those two GoGo Dancers you got that aren't even members of this fucking Promotion. Like they matter! You don't have a Faction Lester, you have Music Group. Well don't let Kay sing either...WOW!"
Stopping as his nose picks up the trail of marijuana, he comes to a Porch with a few dudes hanging about. He mixes a few words with them and they give him the joint they were passing around. He nods thanking them and dabs fists with one of them before heading off onto his own again. Around the corner from them, he puffs on the joint and inhales deeply before release. The smoke breaks up quickly in the cold blowing air around him and he gets back to business.
"You know what you big sum bitch? You lost the Sindicate Wars and now I'm left wondering what will come next. I mean lets look back at Level One's history of groups since I've been in APW! As I came through the door it was "Free Agents" right? Anti Establishment group wanting more money, or a higher respect, something of a cause. I didn't really pay too much attention to detail because for me? It was a paying job and at the time that was all I was invested in this company for. I was new, forgive me. Have you had others since that or was Sindicate the next "Anti Establishment" group you brought to life? I mean is it really that easy for you to reuse the same "cause" and just give it a new name? Hell Felipe DeLorean grew tired of it, Rebel grew tired or it and Terry Marvin grew tired of carrying you and he did it for how long? He had the bigger PULL in APW and you HATED that. You despised that people didn't fall at your big toed feet and praise you like some GOD...Gods have a funny way of disappointing people and this last year, you were not the star you thought you were and Terry proved that.
What do I know though? I've been affiliated with 3 groups now since I've been here? DangerTainment, Organized Violence and now Foul Play but guess the difference between the groups I've been apart of and those associated with you? In my groups, I'm not the only one carrying their own weight. You and Rebel worked well together but it was short lived. You had to watch Terry's star FADE yours dim though and now? You surround yourself with lights that are used and not too lit up so that way none of them can out shine you! I get it completely and I see you doing your best to over promote KJE but in all her matches since losing the Suicidal Title, a belt in which nobody wanted until she removed the Bedazzling and then she lost it, she hasn't won SHIT! Not even a match with you as her partner and SHE took that loss too!
Shane Borderland, Reaver, even Nate Bishop in DangerTainment held their own weight. I never had to carry them too far without them putting in work as well. Winning matches themselves. You cannot compare a faction you've been apart of with one I have because their is no Unity with you, just control. Someone needs to knock your big ass down to your knees and put you in check. I will GLADLY stand up and take on that opportunity! Wooo...Finally at the spot, take a shower and then I'm going out for the Night!"
He jogs up a few stairs and proceeds to unlock a small apartment door. Entering, the place is pretty bare as far as furniture and shit. He only bought it to be closer to Golden Boy Gym and at the time KJE but the latter matters so little now. Flicking the roach of the joint out of a window, he pulls off his shirt and gets ready to hop in the shower. "You can't watchme shower, what am I, Kaylyn James? Heh. I'll be back in 10." And he shoves the camera away as he heads down the hall towards the bathroom.
"You are about to exceed the limits of my Medication dude. Let me in.." His voice has aggression in it as Jason is seen standing at the front doors of a Night Club. The bouncer, one of two at the door won't let him access. "I'm sorry but it's protocol for you to wear the proper attire to enter. Jerseys and flip flops with SOCKS on is not attire I will allow inside." The man says with his deep and bass filled voice. Kash isn't having it. He steps to the side of the one Bouncer and tries to get the other one to let him in.
"Say bro, get me inside and I'll give you a HUGE tip!" His offer raises the eyes of the second Bouncer and he steps up to talk with the other one. The two talk amongst themselves for a minute and the agreeing Bouncer turns to Kash. "You're in." His open hand extends to receive the "Huge tip" and Kash slaps his hand and laughs. "Never under any circumstance take a Sleeping Pill and a Laxative on the same night...Trust me!" He laughs as the words come out his mouth and so do the two Bouncers. They let him through even without a real "tip" and he enters to loud music and a few hundred people crowded together dancing.
He slides past people, strangers but he grinds on a few girls as he passes by them. The room is clouded with smoke and the scent of male and female perfume as he approaches the bar. The bartender leans over to him as he sits down on a stool to take his order. "What can I get you? Hey! Aren't you umm..Jason Kash?" His voice only a decimal loud enough for Kash to hear. He's half surprised the guy noticed a "Small Time" name as Level One has called him. "Yeah, that's me. Southern Comfort. Give me a bottle and a shot glass." His order was simple enough and he knew it'd be pricy. The bartender hurries to collect his order as Kash turns around in the club and looks around.
He can't help but remember when he owned a Night Club. The very stage where he had ditched KJE for Hayley Hitch. He grinned as his eyes meet with a woman sitting a few stools down from him. Blonde, decent rack and a tight skirt that he instantly wanted to see her ass in. He moves closer to her, taking the stool right by her and he leans into her like they are old friends. "Whats up Home Skillet? Can I buy you a drink?" Her eyes almost smile as he greets her and she finishes a cherry from her now empty glass. She ties the steam with her tongue and removes it slowly for his entertainment and he was entertained.
"Home Skillet? Please tell me that isn't what you call all the girls?" She says and he has a quick response, one that rings true now. "Just another name...Nothing special about it, what can I call you?" She eats another cherry from a small bowl in front of her and chews it up. The juices on her lips shine as she introduces herself. "Nicole, my friends call me Nikki!" And again his response is quickly blurted out. "Good damn, I've never met an attractive Nicole, how you doing!!" He tells her and picks a Cherry for himself. "If I said I was going to die trying in a few Days...Would you like me more or less?" She laughs as if what he asked was a joke and playfully nudges him to the arm. "You're an Asshole aren't you? A real bad boy!" Kash nods and they both laugh as they get into a conversation and a Narrative comes over the scene.
"In this world there are people who fall and quit and those who fall and rise again. I can't say who will leave on Thursday with their hand raised but I won't say without question that I will lose. This is something I want and it's been given to me through punishment. Jeff knew this as something I'd take with a smile on my face. He knew I wanted this, EVERYONE DID and between calling Lester out on Twitter or on Overdrive LIVE, it has been clear that everyone BUT Level One has wanted to see this match at one time or another. This was my chance to give Asylum another win over Level One. Like Terry Marvin did but without a belt on the line and one wasn't needed. This was history. This was a classic Overdrive versus Asylum and I sure in the hell am not trying to let my people down.
I'll get my pound of flesh and in the end I might not keep his big ass down but this match will be the beginning of him being a Former World Champion because after I'm done, after we fight and one of us is able to become victorious, Level One will head into his last match as a World Champion when he faces Johnny Rebel. I am confident in Rebel winning, he sees the weakness of Level One, KNOWS Level One and plans to make it to Level TWO. Lester will be SIMPLY FUCKING PUT...DOWN and it will start with me, with my piece of his ass carved out by these hands and this skill. It will be a "Small Time" former World Champion that takes him to the limit and in a perfect world? The people will spread the news, pass on the headline that I had MY HAND RAISED against the man who should have never lost to the likes of me.."The Influence" rises. Thursday Night, be ready for a fight you just didn't see coming...
The bartender comes over to him and hands him the bottle of Southern Comfort and a Shot Glass. Kash opens the bottle and pours himself a shot and takes it down quickly. He pours another and offers it to Nicole. She takes it and the two begin to enjoy each others company until something better comes along.
Since the Gym had burned down, things were everywhere with training. One minute they were in one building, the next in another being forced to use someone else's ring and equipment but soon Ramirez had folks down in a stuffy basement, training with a more strict technical training and it had worked buckets full of sweat out of all of them. "He thinks of you as being beneath him, everyone does. It's up to you to prove them wrong. How hard you train, how much you want it." He says after Kash begins grappling with a trainee who still comes for lessons.
They had been at it for hours now and the basement was beginning to stink. He didn't even want to think about where the smells were coming from as he rolled and pinned the guy training with him. Letting the guy go, Kash waves him off and sits on the mats dripping with sweat. "We need a better spot bro. This.." He takes a deep and hard gulp trying to get his mouth to wet. "This is going to give one of us a Heat Stroke!" Finally managing to get out what he wanted to say as Ramirez laughs at the comment.
"Would you rather win against Level One or risk a Heat Stroke?" Even as he asked the question, Kash knew in his head that he wanted to scrap with Level One. It's BEEN on his mind to get this match and it's finally here. "I want this shit more than winning another World Title." He grunts and begins to push up to his feet. Grabbing a hand towel, Kash wipes his forehead and takes a swig from a bottle of now warm water that was leaning against one of the walls.
"Any word on who might have caused the fire?" His breath almost sounding strained after gulping down the water. Ramirez talking to the trainee before patting him on the shoulder. The trainee leaves as Ramirez turns and answers the question thrown at him. "Not just yet but I know we'll find these punks. They owe me some funds!"
Ramirez hands Kash another bottle of water, wanting him to stay hydrated. Kash unscrews the lid and swallows it down in a few chugs. He laughs as he wipes some that didn't keep in his mouth. "We should torture them when they found. Like the folks who sees me walking into this match as the loser already..Maybe I can't beat him but I sure want my chance!" He says it with his own doubt as he turns and shoots the empty Water bottle in the garbage can.
"Doesn't matter what people say or think. Those fans will scream your name and they want to see your hand raised! You have to believe it yourself though, beating Lester isn't an impossible task. Just a big mountain to climb. Be prepared and you can climb any mountain Jason." Saying it, Kash can feel the words and see the mountain needing to be climbed. He nods in agreement with Ramirez as they begin to roll up the training mats and gather up the gear to leave.
After boxing it all up, Kash hits the lights as they head upstairs. Once outside, they stand on the gravel as the cold breeze blows by them on a cold New York night. "One more session before you get on the flight tomorrow, ok? We need to throw you through some drills, make sure the very best Jason Kash enters the ring on Thursday! Alright man? I'll catch you later!" He extends a hand and Kash slap shakes it. "Bet. I'll be here in the AM. If you need too man, we can convert that apartment I have into a training room for the time being?" His offer raises Ramirez's eyebrows.
"I'll think on that, we should with your money and Dying Breed's donations have enough to get shit going again soon. Hopefully I can get that insurance money. We'll get right. Later man." And that was that as Ramirez turns and walks off rubbing his hands together to get warmed up. Kash enjoying the cold breeze begins to walk down the gravel paved parking lot. This can give him time to think, put some thoughts together on various things. He chuckles at the thought of anything BUT Level One even being discussed right now.
"I didn't always want this match, this fight. At one time I liked Level One, defended him when people praised others over him. He, like myself is a loyalist to APW. Our names have risen and grown while remaining members of THIS Promotion alone. We didn't venture out other than to appear as a representative for this company in some Tournament or Special Event held elsewhere. This is our home and has been for as long as I've been at these shows, lived on the road for Action and been signed to this company. He's been here as well. Representing and holding it down on Overdrive as the KING of OD has been a given, who on that show has done more?
I knew when my name started to rise, I could hear the lingering opinion of Asylum from veterans on Overdrive. Lester included. Asylum was the Indy show, it was the Bingo Halls and FOOD NETWORK Wrestling Program and that was for good reason...At the time. The talent was there but the pool was shallow. It was big fish in a small pond without question for most on that roster. Then guys like Myself, Anthony Bailey, Aubrey J. Parker, and now even Terry Marvin who have stepped in and lifted what was and brought it into a new direction. You can't argue that this show now, the Asylum that now stands isn't those things once said by all those veterans. This isn't your "Blackwell" show anymore and it's because of people like me who have BUSTED MY ASS to push the ceiling and carrying a load that Overdrive needed help keeping a grasp on for APW.
When a surge of talent came through the doors, Kurt Noble, Chris Hart, and various others. The majority of them went to Overdrive because over there Drama comes hand in hand with Action but Asylum? We got Christian Kane, Allioth Starre, and Chris Strike because when they came to APW for their little time here, they wanted ACTION and got MORE than they could handle...NOT on Overdrive but on Asylum. We've EARNED our place as not your "Little Brother" but your Brother who can hit and swing with the best of them and EITHER show that DOES produce TOP talent. Who can argue that? I'm sure Lester will try though.."
After a car passes, he dips into the street to cross it. The street lights already lighting up the roads as people afar sit on stoops playing music while others chat it up with friends. Kash lifts his nose and smells the air as a hint of marijuana comes by him with the night breeze. Up on the curb and back on a sidewalk, he gets right back into his thoughts out loud.
"That World Heavyweight Title that you drag around from it's straps?" Now speaking more directly at Level One as if he's right there to hear it. "I helped make that. I helped give that a purpose and give it a position in a prestige discussion. You claim that isn't true but without that belt, without that Championship raised up in victory, this Asylum show would have remained low budget and the trade for Undisputed wouldn't have had any value but it brought bigger ratings. Most of us on Asylum still view that World Title as OUR Title. That's not saying we dislike or don't want to hold the Undisputed but like you Lester, I frowned on that change. When Terry came to Asylum with it I was mad but then I realized I've had the World Title and it was time to add my name among the list of men and women YOU gave prestige too. Something fresh but with an enriched History and when the time comes and it will come, when I become Undisputed Champion...I will not drag it through the mud because I don't approve of the show it came from but will see that my name is now listed on a short list of Champions who have been able to hold such an achievement. SUCH as you should have felt when you became World Champion and for that, for that reaction from you...You instantly made an enemy of me.
Not that you care though right? I'm "Small Time" and the belt you have over your shoulder, dragged by the straps is as well or was before you captured it. Heh..That only makes this more fun for me ya know? Knowing you feel that way about me, about that Title. It makes me want to drive my elbow, my knees, my fists as deep through your face as humanly possible and NOW I get that chance! RRRRAAAH!! Feels good to do bad and get something good as a punishment. I mean who would put money on ME BEATING YOU!? If it was simulated, 99 of 100 matches would be won by you with me as your opponent. I don't deny that but my entire career has been made off that 1%. Ask Sally, ask Bailey, ask Daryl Fletcher who I beat for my first EVER World Title in this business. I can take losses and I get right back up, hell I've ENJOYED getting tattooed with big finishers in APW and have a list to prove that. So I'm not looking for a home run here, that would be unrealistic but if the right pitch comes over that plate...It's going out the park if you want to believe it can happen or not."
His pace comes to a halt. Looking down the street he swears he is looking at Kaylyn James Evans. No way it was her but it sure looked like her. He laughed thinking how he'd have messed with her if it had been. The thought of her bothered him these days and he did all he could to not even mention her name but he KNEW Level One would.
"I was mad as fuck when KJE told me she was jumping shows and broke it off with me. I broke up with her twice before so I guess it was deserved and over due. Thing is I look at the Synndicate and wonder how you even sell it as a Faction? You've got a Lead Singer, 2 Backup Dancers and a Groupie who couldn't tell you where she's been on her back more in life. The ring or outside of it. To think I helped drive that label on her in APW! Splendid I say! Haha. Still I have to wonder how that works? How do you go from being the biggest and toughest "Sindicate" in Pro Wrestling to becoming a Synndicate that a Video Game crew has more credibility in using the same name. You're surrounded by bitches who would dance for dollars if the pay off was good enough. How'd that happen dawg? You had Rebel and he left you high and dry cause carrying the weight of a group can be back breaking. Then you had Terry Marvin who swept the Sindicate out from under you, taking it for himself and OWNING you in the end, earning himself the role of having the better group.
It must have alot to do with why you've tried giving that belt away. Why you've contemplated leaving this business and why your Fiance is "Cunting" it out every time she is seen on camera. Your world is fucked up man and it's all because of who you surround yourself with. Do you deny that Kaylyn is a Butt Slut Attention Whore? Do you deny that if her Vagina could talk it'd be a bazillion different voices screaming in regret? It's never her fault but if you need proof I can go dig up Corey Graves, Donald Deruty, Roy Speede, or hell her twitter says IWF so maybe Tyler would have a thing or two to say about everything. She came to APW because of me, because I left her high and dry for a better piece of ass a few years back and she knew she had another opening and took it.
This is what she does though, she jumps as quickly as she can, as high as she can up the ladder of spotlights and guess what? You are her current project. Congrats. Everyone who has ever had anything to do with her has stopped talking to her, not the other way around and it's ALWAYS someone else's fault. It will eventually be yours as well just as it was mine, just as it was Christian Kane's, just as it was so many others before you. Strap up big homie and DON'T introduce her to your Momma! I won't even get into those two GoGo Dancers you got that aren't even members of this fucking Promotion. Like they matter! You don't have a Faction Lester, you have Music Group. Well don't let Kay sing either...WOW!"
Stopping as his nose picks up the trail of marijuana, he comes to a Porch with a few dudes hanging about. He mixes a few words with them and they give him the joint they were passing around. He nods thanking them and dabs fists with one of them before heading off onto his own again. Around the corner from them, he puffs on the joint and inhales deeply before release. The smoke breaks up quickly in the cold blowing air around him and he gets back to business.
"You know what you big sum bitch? You lost the Sindicate Wars and now I'm left wondering what will come next. I mean lets look back at Level One's history of groups since I've been in APW! As I came through the door it was "Free Agents" right? Anti Establishment group wanting more money, or a higher respect, something of a cause. I didn't really pay too much attention to detail because for me? It was a paying job and at the time that was all I was invested in this company for. I was new, forgive me. Have you had others since that or was Sindicate the next "Anti Establishment" group you brought to life? I mean is it really that easy for you to reuse the same "cause" and just give it a new name? Hell Felipe DeLorean grew tired of it, Rebel grew tired or it and Terry Marvin grew tired of carrying you and he did it for how long? He had the bigger PULL in APW and you HATED that. You despised that people didn't fall at your big toed feet and praise you like some GOD...Gods have a funny way of disappointing people and this last year, you were not the star you thought you were and Terry proved that.
What do I know though? I've been affiliated with 3 groups now since I've been here? DangerTainment, Organized Violence and now Foul Play but guess the difference between the groups I've been apart of and those associated with you? In my groups, I'm not the only one carrying their own weight. You and Rebel worked well together but it was short lived. You had to watch Terry's star FADE yours dim though and now? You surround yourself with lights that are used and not too lit up so that way none of them can out shine you! I get it completely and I see you doing your best to over promote KJE but in all her matches since losing the Suicidal Title, a belt in which nobody wanted until she removed the Bedazzling and then she lost it, she hasn't won SHIT! Not even a match with you as her partner and SHE took that loss too!
Shane Borderland, Reaver, even Nate Bishop in DangerTainment held their own weight. I never had to carry them too far without them putting in work as well. Winning matches themselves. You cannot compare a faction you've been apart of with one I have because their is no Unity with you, just control. Someone needs to knock your big ass down to your knees and put you in check. I will GLADLY stand up and take on that opportunity! Wooo...Finally at the spot, take a shower and then I'm going out for the Night!"
He jogs up a few stairs and proceeds to unlock a small apartment door. Entering, the place is pretty bare as far as furniture and shit. He only bought it to be closer to Golden Boy Gym and at the time KJE but the latter matters so little now. Flicking the roach of the joint out of a window, he pulls off his shirt and gets ready to hop in the shower. "You can't watchme shower, what am I, Kaylyn James? Heh. I'll be back in 10." And he shoves the camera away as he heads down the hall towards the bathroom.
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"Say bro, get me inside and I'll give you a HUGE tip!" His offer raises the eyes of the second Bouncer and he steps up to talk with the other one. The two talk amongst themselves for a minute and the agreeing Bouncer turns to Kash. "You're in." His open hand extends to receive the "Huge tip" and Kash slaps his hand and laughs. "Never under any circumstance take a Sleeping Pill and a Laxative on the same night...Trust me!" He laughs as the words come out his mouth and so do the two Bouncers. They let him through even without a real "tip" and he enters to loud music and a few hundred people crowded together dancing.
He slides past people, strangers but he grinds on a few girls as he passes by them. The room is clouded with smoke and the scent of male and female perfume as he approaches the bar. The bartender leans over to him as he sits down on a stool to take his order. "What can I get you? Hey! Aren't you umm..Jason Kash?" His voice only a decimal loud enough for Kash to hear. He's half surprised the guy noticed a "Small Time" name as Level One has called him. "Yeah, that's me. Southern Comfort. Give me a bottle and a shot glass." His order was simple enough and he knew it'd be pricy. The bartender hurries to collect his order as Kash turns around in the club and looks around.
He can't help but remember when he owned a Night Club. The very stage where he had ditched KJE for Hayley Hitch. He grinned as his eyes meet with a woman sitting a few stools down from him. Blonde, decent rack and a tight skirt that he instantly wanted to see her ass in. He moves closer to her, taking the stool right by her and he leans into her like they are old friends. "Whats up Home Skillet? Can I buy you a drink?" Her eyes almost smile as he greets her and she finishes a cherry from her now empty glass. She ties the steam with her tongue and removes it slowly for his entertainment and he was entertained.
"Home Skillet? Please tell me that isn't what you call all the girls?" She says and he has a quick response, one that rings true now. "Just another name...Nothing special about it, what can I call you?" She eats another cherry from a small bowl in front of her and chews it up. The juices on her lips shine as she introduces herself. "Nicole, my friends call me Nikki!" And again his response is quickly blurted out. "Good damn, I've never met an attractive Nicole, how you doing!!" He tells her and picks a Cherry for himself. "If I said I was going to die trying in a few Days...Would you like me more or less?" She laughs as if what he asked was a joke and playfully nudges him to the arm. "You're an Asshole aren't you? A real bad boy!" Kash nods and they both laugh as they get into a conversation and a Narrative comes over the scene.
"In this world there are people who fall and quit and those who fall and rise again. I can't say who will leave on Thursday with their hand raised but I won't say without question that I will lose. This is something I want and it's been given to me through punishment. Jeff knew this as something I'd take with a smile on my face. He knew I wanted this, EVERYONE DID and between calling Lester out on Twitter or on Overdrive LIVE, it has been clear that everyone BUT Level One has wanted to see this match at one time or another. This was my chance to give Asylum another win over Level One. Like Terry Marvin did but without a belt on the line and one wasn't needed. This was history. This was a classic Overdrive versus Asylum and I sure in the hell am not trying to let my people down.
I'll get my pound of flesh and in the end I might not keep his big ass down but this match will be the beginning of him being a Former World Champion because after I'm done, after we fight and one of us is able to become victorious, Level One will head into his last match as a World Champion when he faces Johnny Rebel. I am confident in Rebel winning, he sees the weakness of Level One, KNOWS Level One and plans to make it to Level TWO. Lester will be SIMPLY FUCKING PUT...DOWN and it will start with me, with my piece of his ass carved out by these hands and this skill. It will be a "Small Time" former World Champion that takes him to the limit and in a perfect world? The people will spread the news, pass on the headline that I had MY HAND RAISED against the man who should have never lost to the likes of me.."The Influence" rises. Thursday Night, be ready for a fight you just didn't see coming...
The bartender comes over to him and hands him the bottle of Southern Comfort and a Shot Glass. Kash opens the bottle and pours himself a shot and takes it down quickly. He pours another and offers it to Nicole. She takes it and the two begin to enjoy each others company until something better comes along.
