Post by Level-Two on Oct 2, 2013 13:36:47 GMT -4
One's in Jason's Trash
In the Synndicates personal quarters, the group has assembled around a round table as they discuss various topics amongst their group.
''So you got the goods?'' Kia asks Lester, leaning back in her chair.
Lester nods his head as he holds up a black trash bag and dumps all of the contents onto the table. The items as follows: A snickers wrapper, a Doritos bag, half a blunt, a condom, a crusty old sock and a Saints Flow can.
''Alright, so this is what we're dealing with. Lovely, isn't it?'' He says, sarcastically scanning over the various items he found.
''Are you sure this is Jason Kash's, stash?'' Violet says and her eyebrows rose. ''It appears as if he's actually trying to get into shape...''
''Or maybe his fat ass is just trying to save some room for his October, 31st burst? I mean, didn't you hear about that shit for brains rookie Joseph Johnson dressing up as his favorite wrestler a month early this year?'' Lester laughs.
''Come on, Jason Kash isn't that repulsive OR that stupid...'' Violet argues.
''I'd beg to differ.'' He maintains.
With the tip of her finger nails, Kaylyn James Evans picks up the crusty old sock and holds it up in the air much to her own disgust.
''Well, this certainly isn't his sock.'' Kaylyn Evans declares before dropping it back down again. ''Ew, I think it's Reavers!''
''Wait, how in the world would you know how Reavers wank sock would smell like?'' Kia asks, trying not to gag.
Kaylyn Evans looks offended while Level-One raises a hand. ''You don't even need to warrant that one with an answer! How about the condom? We got a condom...''
''Oh, Kaylyn...'' Violet giggles. ''Why don't you tell us more?''
''Ugh.'' Kaylyn Evans sighs. ''Well, it's an unopened one - which is to my surprise considering how big of a CHEATING DOG Jason Kash is.''
''It's an extra small.'' Lester adds.
''Now tell me something I don't know...'' Kaylyn snarls.
''So, I guess he's never hit you with the S.T.I?'' Kia teases Kaylyn; egging her on. ''Haha, get it?''
''Hilarious.''
''Come on ladies, jokes aside. It is more apparent by the looks of this paraphernalia that Jason Kash is in shape and ready to go - in fact, he didn't even stick around to finish his blunt. He must've been working his fat ass off in the gym in preparation for his match.''
''False positive.'' Violet states matter of flatly. ''I believe Jason Kash has stated that he's stopped smoking the weed, green, that good good - or whatever the kids call it these days. Then again, I'm also pretty sure he was high as fuck when he said it.''
''Then it doesn't count!'' Kaylyn pipes up.
''Yeah, Kaylyn has a point. I mean, if he was WAS still smoking an ILLEGAL substance - would it even be best for his career to openly admit it? Jason Kash is suffering from an ADDICTION and like any addict - he'll refuse to admit it!''
''Well, it looks like he's a fan of the new merch - Lester. Saints Flow. He loves it but we both know he'll never publicly admit it -- at least not until AFTER he loses to you that is.'' Kia claims before rolling her eyes into the back of her head.
''Actually, I kind of threw that one in there to make us look better.'' Lester confesses much to Violet LeWinter annoyance as she picks up the empty can and scolds the APW world champion.
''I thought I told you not to tamper with the evidence!?'' Violet whines. ''Besides, if it got out that Jason Kash was drinking our product a week before you whooped his ass it would only hurt our campaign. Right now, people think they literally have super powers drinking that stuff and we don't need that dreg proving otherwise.''
''Fair enough.'' Lester agrees before he scans over the items once more. ''We're not going to shit on Jason Kash for eating a snickers bar, are we? I mean, that would just be hypocritical.''
''That isn't part of your vegan diet plan, Lester.'' Violet reminded him.
''Everything is fine in moderation, Violet!'' Lester argues. ''I won't ruin my figure like Jason Kash. Remember when he looked more like that famous movie star actor and less like that rapper... Fat Joe?''
''Yes.'' Kaylyn Evans said almost sounding depressed. ''Well, to his credit - at least he scored a job in office.''
''Psh.'' Lester said nodding his head. ''Don't give him too much credit, Kay. As much as I hate Jeffery, Jason Kash is even worse. He's not qualified for the position; he's just one of the many inmates crazy enough to run the Asylum. There is no sense of due process over there, no democracy, no order, nothing.''
''And that upsets you?'' Violet asked.
''No, I could care less about his participation in that B rate brand - my problem is with him sticking his nose in Overdrive's business. What is the point of having the great divide if the APW isn't going to enforce its separation? Every second Jason Kash, Reaver or any of these Asylum deadbeats spend on television means less camera time for the rest of us.''
''Which means it's bad for business.''
''Exactly!'' Lester says pointing at the table. ''This shit right here is meant to be nothing more than symbolic. If Jason Kash wants to go through my trash, I'll go through his with a smile on my face and a finger on my nose.''
Enraged, Level-One slams a cardboard shipping box on top of the table and nods his head.
''Secondly, we send a message to President Jeff. We let him know that this time - we're doing him a fucking favor but next time if he wants to keep the TRASH out of his building, he does so at the front gates. If he needs the security, we'll supply them but he just can't go on thinking that I'll be his go to guy to take out the trash.''
Violet and Kia LeWinter nod their heads, as they begin to load up President Jeff's surprised package to be sent to the APW headquarters. Meanwhile Level-One turns to Kaylyn James Evans like a prince would his princess and extends his hand to her.
''Lastly, we remind Jason Kash that one man's trash is another man's treasure.''
''Power.''
''I want you to remember that word, Jason. Power. As you'll soon come to see, it'll prove to be the underlining theme in our story. Excited, yes?''
He waits patiently for an answer but doesn't receive one. It wasn't possible. On the sofa he sits on all that is beside him is a manikin that shares an uncanny likeliness to Jason Kash wearing a garbage uniform and a worn out baseball cap.
''What's wrong, Jason? Isn't this what you've always wanted!? Me and you just hanging out like two cool dudes on a week day just chilling the fuck out!? My acknowledgement isn't this what you've ALWAYS been longing for as long as I've known you!?''
He wraps an arm around the Jason Kash manikin seated in his living room as he pretends to gaze out into the stars.
''Hey Jason - remember all that shit you talked on twitter!? Every time you called me a fuckface or it's equivalent, every time you ranted and raved about me and the allies I held closest only to back pedal on everything you've ever said, every single fucking time?''
He looks at the Jason Kash manikin who can only wear an expressionless look on its face.
''Man, I was just kidding bro! I didn't mean any of it. Things just got heated! You’re a cool dude in my books, I swear, I swear! Remember all that, Jason?''
''Now ask yourself how many times I've apologized to you?''
Lester laughs hysterically as he unwraps his arm from around the manikin and throws the back of his head up against the couches cushion.
''Is there anything you've ever said that you've stood by you fucking pussy!? Are you THAT terrified about what I am capable of that you can't say anything without a fucking disclaimer that soon follows?
Though don't worry Kash, I ain't even mad.''
Level-One casually reaches over and grabs the television remote, turning on the TV set. He tosses the remote aside and nudges Jason Kash on the shoulder.
''Why would I be, Jason? Why would I of all people be mad? No. I understand. I understand why you do the things you do. You are scared. Oh, I know. You won't admit it but I am not looking for a confession. We all see it. When President Jeff told you you'd be facing off against me you just laughed.
I'm sure it was a very funny joke, Jason.
He looks at Jason Kash with confusion on his face.
''Wait, why aren't you laughing Jason!?''
...
''Oh, I think your starting to catch on now. You realize that I can see right through you. Sniped. You've been flaunting your weaknesses for far too long now and it's about time I pounce.''
Level-One smiles as he points to the television mockingly. On it, it's footage of him and Kaylyn James Evans hanging out.
''It eats you away, doesn't it? The anger must bubble in the pit of your stomach knowing that everything that was once yours has been made mine. The thing about it is; I never had to go out and take any of it from you. Nope. It all came to me, Kash. Everything.''
Kaylyn.
The APW world title.
You to me on Overdrive.
It's like I got everything I asked for but didn't.
That's power.''
He sits there staring at the Manikin as if he expected something more... but how could he? Has he lost his goddamned mind?
''You, you little fuck you have NO power. You're weak. Even as you stand before me with a semblance of control over the great Terry Marvin himself; you still do not have a damn thing on me. That's how it has always been Kash and it's how it will remain. Over here on MY show, you play by my rules. Not yours. Mine. Like always, I hold the fucking cards.
I am the ace, joker.''
In a rage he snaps up and grabs the Jason Kash manikin by the throat and begins to scream into its face.
''You think I am fucking crazy!?''
...
''ANSWER ME!''
...
''Jason, I am perfectly sane. I know you can't answer me. I know that you’re just a manikin but your real to me damn it! Don't you get it? There is no difference. Whether you are here in the flesh or not is irrelevant because the truths are universal, Jason.
You have no voice.''
...
''What was that Jason?''
...
''Speak up, I can't hear you Jason!''
...
''I said you have no voice!''
Level-One turns around and retrieves his APW world title off a table top and tosses it over the shoulder of the Jason Kash manikin before taking a seat beside him once again. Laughing hysterically he points at the television screen.
''Look, here's the part where me and Kaylyn...''
He stops himself and smiles as he and his new best friend watch the previously recorded scene play out in real time.
''I want to join The Sindicate!''
The cries of a heartbroken Kaylyn James Evans shrieks throughout the locker room belonging to the fractured Sindicate faction. Immediately, the LeWinter sisters approached the intruder with hostility.
''I don't believe we are looking for any new members, toots!'' Violet lashed out.
Leaning against a set of lockers the situation piqued the interest of the APW world heavyweight champion.
''Ladies, let her through.''
The LeWinter sisters obliged as Kaylyn James Evans took the long walk up towards the respected Sindicate leader.
''What is your name?''
''Kaylyn James Evans.'' She said. ''Wait, you don't know me?''
''I've seen you on a few sports magazine covers but couldn't be bothered to put a name to the face.'' He said dismissively. ''Psh. You must be one of those Asylum Mega Stars...''
''Yeah.''
''I don't watch it.'' Lester stated as a matter of fact. ''Listen, you’re not the first nor last wrestler to come through these doors waving their resume in my face so let's make this quick. Why do you want to join The Sindicate?''
''My ex-boyfriend Jason Kash, he's been...'' Kaylyn Evan starts, as Level-One raises his index finger to her face.
''Let's try this again...'' He corrected her.
She confessed.
''Power!''
The television shuts off.
It's time to settle this once and for all.
The circumstances surrounding this match are less than spectacular. Our story isn't the focal point of this show, our history hasn't been highlighted and our encounter will not be featured in the main event of a pay per view but dare I say it -- this is fitting. Arguably, you don't even deserve this much.
On a normal day, I don't even think about you. You don't exist in my world. You are irrelevant. You constantly dream up about our grander of days together but the truth is we aren't cool and we never were. That free Agency bullshit you constantly remind me about, I can't remember one other name that was involved with it to this day and I would have forgotten yours if you would have just shut the fuck up long enough to let me. Nope! The Free Agency was nothing more than a collective of meat shields I was planning to sacrifice in the survive and conquer match and you played your part like a fucking pro. Bravo, Kash. Bravo!
What? You think just because you can HOLD a fucking DOOR open for me, you deserve my respect? Listen you fuck, don't act like anything I've ever involved you in didn't help your career out for the better. Do not act like every encounter we ever had on twitter, didn't fuel your next ten minute trash talking session the next week as you constantly struggle to keep on topic in between the burnt out brain cells and the severe case ADHD you suffer from. You never ONCE had a starring role in my story but every encounter we ever had only served to build your resume and you know it.
You walk around here acting like you're so antiestablishment when in reality you’re the biggest sellout I've ever known. You've been knocked off your pedestal ever since you lost the APW world heavyweight championship and haven't even made an honest nor respectable attempt to regain what you've lost. You claim your all about Asylum but you haven't done jack shit to stop the dominate title reign of a guy who's career was MADE ON OVERDRIVE who's been dominating your beloved show like it was nothing more than a hobby...
No, instead you follow on the footsteps of Fuherer Raab and decide to get cozy behind an office desk and a suit you aren't even fit to fill. Shit, I'm glad you have your priorities straight, Kash. If taking up this office job wasn't enough - this is the second Overdrive match you'll be participating in the last 31 days. If Asylum was half the show you claim for it to be, you wouldn't be over here trying to prove yourself. Shit, if Asylum was HALF the show you claim to be - you'd be able to sell out a show EVERY week, not twice a month. I work harder than almost every asshole on that roster and I don't appreciate hacks like you coming onto my show because you're feeling BORED with your SOFT road schedule.
Now alternatively, let's ask ourselves how many times have I wrestled on your GARBAGE show you dirty hypocrite? ZERO. So, shall we continue you little fuck?
Let's talk about Kaylyn James Evans.
A girl who you've constantly disrespected and treated like shit. How DARE she leave Asylum without your permission!? Gasp. Good god. Fuck you, dude. To you, she was nothing more than an accessory you liked to sometimes waltz around with the same way the APW world championship was when you had it.
On Asylum, when Christian Kane turned his back on her - where were you? She was alone. You left her to defend herself against a pack of savage animals and although she survived - she had no business being put in that position. You chose to do nothing about it. So, let's put down the ''Magic Stick'' and hop out of the ridiculous uniform pimp daddy Kash and let's deal in the realm of reality - Kaylyn Evans is not your property.
Truth is, your just mad that you’re the one that has been left out in the cold. The same way you lapped up an opportunity to join the Free Agency back in the day, you would've hopped on board with The Sindicate as a loyal member if I was desperate enough to offer you a spot. Like every fucking other faction that has come out of the APW in the past year -- it was nothing more than me and Terry Marvin setting the climate and every other wannabe faction trying to keep up with the heat. In your case, all you managed to do was find enough members to build a collective IQ of 87.
A foul display.
If you want to talk about Terry Marvin and act like he's the great wrestler I and everyone else should inspire to be; let me remind you who's been at the top of this game consistently over the span of almost five years. What Terry Marvin is doing is special - a greater title reign than we have ever seen before but it is how he chooses to respond to his inevitable defeat that will define him and the rest of his career in this sport. As we've already seen with you, it's one thing to get to the top of the mountain but it's a whole 'nother trip to climb back up after you've been knocked all the way down.
And you're never getting back up.
You may have an uncanny ability to make Terry Marvin cry over a few tweets twitter but this isn't Terry Marvin your dealing with, Jason. Nope. You're dealing with a different type of beast, something foreign in its inception. Fuck with me and I'll have that cock smoker Chris Hart jumping up and down in the front row like a school girl at a Justin Beiber concert over MY performance.
I mean, let's face it -- the Asylum as you knew it is inferior to the one we know today. You, Bailey, Sally... time has passed the three of you. Quite frankly, it's depressing. Me? I'm forever.
Forever.
It is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I have been able to remain competitive at the highest levels of this longer than anyone in recent memory - constantly evolving and growing aided by the hands of time. However, a curse - because throughout these times, I have seen many men and women like yourself rise to the top and then slowly fade into obscurity. Death. It isn't a pretty sight watching everything die around you - outliving entire eras, partaking in both the rise and fall of beloved heroes and our notorious villains. I am a witness to it all.
In your case, I've only watched you degrade yourself. Each time, your existence in this promotion proving to be more pitiful than your last. If it is Terry Marvin's shadow that I am under than at least it isn't a shadow of my own. For arguments sake, let's assume you're right. I would sooner be bested by another man, than be defeated by my own self. Before you speak upon the brightness of my sun, you should step outside out of your own shadow, Jason. Can you even REMEMBER what you once were!? Anything you do now is vain; anything you do now is inferior.
You're dead to us all.
Though, stick around if you must. The fact that your entire aura has been reduced to cheap thrills of a lame fart joke and punch line only adds strength to my cause. You speak upon the APW world championship as if it is yours. It isn't. Indeed, it once was but the title as I know it simply isn't the same as it was.
When it fell into my hands it was nothing more than damaged goods and your paws were one of many that were responsible for its degradation. The APW world championship was always seen as being second rate and you did nothing to improve its image. However, this fault isn't exclusively your own as every champion to have held this title after you did no better and in Phil Atken's case -- did even WORSE. Despicable.
It is I who put the first step forward into adding prestige into the APW world championship -- foolish that you or anyone else would insinuate otherwise. It true I lost to Terry Marvin but in that I realized that I had won. In that battle, I proved that an APW world champion can hang with an undisputed champion and with a different referee we could very well seen a different outcome. While I did not prevail it was the ACT of issuing the challenge that raised this titles profile and added some worth to it, finally.
This opposed to men like you who merely stood around hoping that public opinion would change. The funny thing about it is - if you had balls as big as mine, we could have had this little rendezvous YEARS ago. It could have been US in an epic CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION affair and while we both know who would walk out the winner, at the very least you could have gained my respect and raised the profile of the title I now hold rather than leaving it up to me to change the mold you refused to.
So if you don't fucking like the way I carry MY title, too bad.
You don't see me on Asylum screaming about how you do your job, do you? You don't see me obsessing over the matches you book or crying about you DISRESPECTING the Undisputed Championship by sanctioning a free title shot (see: AJP & Young Mannie) which conveniently falls directly in line with whatever atrocity was behind booking the last ten FREE Asylum undisputed championship matches. Your pathetic brand has done more to devalue the top title in reality and yet you've spent your last waking moments CRYING about the way I carry my title - BITCHING - about the champions swagger and how I don't walk the way you like... WELL, FUCK YOU!
Unlike you, I'm not some fake ass, two tongued snake that can't stand behind a word he says -- so you can choke on your NEXT apology in advance, Kash. I deal in the realm of reality which is why I REFUSE to pretend like the APW world title is some grand prestigious prize. It isn't. It will be but in its current form, it needs work. It needs me. It is only through this acceptance that change is possible and I am sorry you were too busy trying to grandstand to ever realize this.
This isn't about ''acting'' like a champion. It's about ''being'' a champion. If you can't understand that now, then you never will.
In closing, I know that deep down behind all the bravado you respect what I am capable of, Kash. The problem is - you - have never actually experience it. Big difference. See when your all about hearing shit second hand sometimes the experience is lost in tone of one's voice, or maybe they slur their words or even worse add in their own fucking translation that serves only to water down the stories potency. All the stories, all the rumors, all that shit you've heard about what I am capable of; it's all true.
The myth my friend... the myth is that it isn't as bad as people say it is.
And I hate myths.
