Post by Jason Cashe on Jan 13, 2011 17:50:49 GMT -4
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There are so many Award Shows out there now that it's hard to tell which ones to Respect. You have BET Awards which is cool but really defeats the purpose because if those artists cannot compete with MTV Award Nominees then are they really worth getting an award? MTV has the history behind their awards as far as those two Shows go but then again MTV doesn't even play fucking music anymore so do they deserve any respect at all? Golden Globes, Oscars, Grammys, all have their history and purpose but is it fairly put together for voting? Who handles the votes, who makes the official count? With Pro Wrestling, the one Award Ceremony that should be always respected above all others is the PWI Awards. They have the longest historied Awards in Pro Wrestling. Who else can touch them for things that they have the rights to covering? Now the end of the year has come, Christmas, New Years, and all the stress and sex (New Years Mostly) and with all of that comes Awards Time for most long standing companies. Restaurants have awards sometimes even, the small children graduating kindergarden are handed trophies for a Job Well done. Do these Awards still have meaning and respect to them if they are handed out so much in so many areas? I congratulate those who have achieved because it is a short list of names who have been winners and recipients of those awards and their time and effort into winning those awards can be seen to that person as a reward for their hard work. Hard Work in the end DOES pay off...
Remember the Golden Rule - He who has the gold makes the rules!
- Lyndon Forman
Anaheim, California[/u][/SIZE][/color]
He had been surprised when he hadn't received and Award at the UWF Award Show. He wasn't disappointed because he knew that with time like with this Title, he would eventually win plenty of Awards. He has won a few in the past but he was never an "Awards" guy anyway, he carried a company but never often got any credit for it. He liked the way he kept himself under the radar while being the most talked about guy since the very day he stepped foot in the company. So his week wasn't at all ruined, he infact was happy that the Awards ended the way they ended. How things played out makes things alot more interesting for the PPV. It meant that Gabriel had more to lose now in the match then just the Title that would be on the line. It meant that Jason Kash could walk in and not only take that title but beat the guy who won alot of the most important awards being given.
Walking inside of a building, Kash pulls off his sun glasses as the doors behind him close. The sound of small engines roaring fills the building. As the camera pans over the area you can see the large course laid out for Go Carts. Tires lining the course for walling to help guide you where to drive. Kash inhales the air to smell the rubber and smiles as he heads over to the edge of the course. The few drivers come around the corner fast on the course, one bumping slightly into the tire walls. Kash watches as they make the turn and haul ass down the strip away from where Kash is standing. He wants in, he wants to release some of this build up of rush that is inside him. Waiting for the final days before he can compete for a Championship he has never held. To be able to put a belt around his waist again means the world to him and he's over joyed. This is a rush that he needs to take just a bit off the top. Stepping up to the counter, he dings the bell even though the counter guy sees him walk up.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
(Grabs Bell)Sup bro, what can I get ya?
::Jason Kash::
Yeah let me get the keys to a cart.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
You want the hour ride or the 3 hours?
::Jason Kash::
Give me the 3 hours. I'm bout to go Nascar on these fucking people..
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
That's what we like to hear! It's really just a bunch of kids out there right now. That'll be 65 bucks for the 3 hours. Here are your keys, it's Cart #7, color doesn't matter does it?
::Jason Kash::
Nah not really, the driver makes the statement.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
True Statement right there! Next race starts in 5 minutes, better hurry and get your helmet from out the seat of the Cart and get in line. I'll announce when the race will begin over the intercom. Good luck out there.
::Jason Kash::
Thanks man..
He turns and looks around to find the section where the carts are at. He heads over there fast wanting to get ready. As he gets to Cart #7 he grabs the helmet and almost jumps into the Go Cart. Looking up there is actually a digital timer showing the next race time. Kash buckles himself into the cart and begins to put on his helmet but decides to smile and look at the camera. He wants to take this time to get into a few things with the man who is at part the cause of this over filled anxious rush he has.
::Jason Kash::
Wow...(Applause) I have to give credit where credit it due it appears. You walked away with 3 of the best Awards that UWF offers annually! I have to say I'm impressed. Although truth is facts right and the fact is when you stepped foot in UWF...You sucked. You sucked worse then someone who came into the Brawl and got tossed as quickly as he entered the ring. Now it's a shame that I came in late in the year other wise one might have to believe there was foul play in voting. However I am not one to care about things like that simply because they in the end don't help shit. You bring a bit more confidence into the match, big deal. Confidence is great until it's taken from you and I will do that with experience and technique. You have heart but Heart is made to be stomped on after it's ripped from your chest. I don't care that you won some cheap plastic award that has ZERO value going into this match. Now though, you have something else to remind you of better days when I take the Intercontinental Championship from your lifeless body after I knock you cold out.
You know Gabriel, this thing we have here is what you'd call a disliking of two men. Not a rivalry because it's not really worth anything without the Intercontinental Title. You aren't now or never have been worth anything without that belt and after the PPV you will return to that state. The one that gets me going is the trophy for "Who To Watch in 2011" I mean really? He's shown that people? Who's doing the voting here? Who's making the count, Serena? Boy that would be one hell of a pull on the ol' chain wouldn't it? Regardless...I am walking out of this match with that Championship Gold laying over my shoulder as the Referee raises my arm in victory. I don't doubt you will be tough, I've never said this was going to be a walk in the park but in the end I know how to win on this level of competition. I know from experience where as you have won and made a name for yourself among other names like Ryan Blake, Shane Knight, guys who couldn't hack it in 3rd Class Level of UWF where they actually belonged. You've never beaten someone at my level but I've beaten plenty at yours...You will just be another notch on the belt of victories and dreams that I have stepped on and destroyed.
"Ecco a una vittoria di successo sul tuo avversario. Ci auguriamo che questo ti porta un sacco di fortuna ed รจ sicuramente meglio di una bambola di stile." I sat around wondering what that letter you got actually said. I wanted to know who might know you in Italy, surely family of some sort but who and what was their message. Did you understand the message? Well since our Italian ChumpEON rudely just lets people wonder, I have searched the internet for hours upon hours for the right convertion for languages. If it's on the internet it's gotta be right...Right? Well here is the message that this mystery person wrote in that letter to Gabriel. And I quote...heh. "Here to a Victoria of happening on your adversary. We augur ourselves that this you door a bag makeshift and is sure better than a doll than stile." Wow...Not only have you caused me to say Wow twice now in one sitting but you also apparently know some stupid fucking Italians as well!! I wouldn't have guessed the people who invented Pizza and Meatballs with Tomato Sauce would have morons living in their country still. Didn't they exile your family? Who cares, either way right. Listen up Gabe, I know you like people to think you're a bad guy. I believe you really want to be bad but you can't be. You don't have the patience or the temper to be a sly villian. You're more of a Sidekick which is why you fit so well with Serena. Hell, you're style in itself is alot like hers. Only thing that differs with you both is that I assume you have a penis and she just wishes she had one.
Look, don't be offended Gabriel. I'm playing your game after all, name calling, making shit up about you just to say something clever but guess what? I do it better! Nobody can question that now, not after this match. When this is over those people who voted for Gabriel Aligheri will find themselves wondering "What the FUCK were we thinking?" and then Serena realizes that she went through SO much trouble to get you where you are today. I guess in the end in order to give you that Universal Title Shot, Glenn Legend found himself happy after Serena "convinced" him that you were the right man to replace her in the Match. She is gonna be angry at you when you come up short once again in this match. She'll have to convert to using her other holes to bribe someone for the next advancement in your career. Question is will she give "it" up to Mr. Kassidy to help you out now? Heh...Think again. You owe your success to Serena and you cannot deny that shit. Without her you would still be opening shows and facing all the guys who need a walk through for the week. I grow tired of waiting, I've watched everyone come in and are simply HANDED title shots and I have wanted to earn mine. Now I've earned it and now it's arrived and I will NOT leave without achieving that very goal. The goal I began my career in UWF making, the goal that YOU stand in front of....That is a dangerous place to be...
The timer shows there is exactly one minute before the start of the next race. Kash puts on his helmet, locks it in and the starts the engine. He puts the cart in drive and softly steps on the gas. The cart jolts forward and the almost buzz of the motors growling grows louder as Kash parks, lined up with the other carts wanting to get in on this race. Kids, no older than 17 years old, some young around the age of 9. That intense moment as drivers sit next to each other, bad intentions are in each of their glares as they all look at the driver next to them. Life and Death situations like these are going to be crazy and exciting and Kash being the oldest dude here is no different. He's even pointing at kids and talking shit but his words aren't heard over the motors. One kid, probably the youngest one of them flips Kash off and Kash's eyes bulge out as if he is truly offended. He just tightens his grip on the small wheel and nods his head aggressively as the clock counts down the final few seconds before the light turns green.
4....3....2....1......GO!!!
They take off hard. A few kids slam into the cart next to them right away. Kash becomes elusive and gets out of the crowded area as they come up on the first turn. He has his sights on that kid who flipped him off, imagines the kid to be Gabriel for purposes that are fitting. Both are young and stupid for thinking they can fuck with Kash and win. The kid seems to be a decent driver, must come here alot so Kash doesn't want to underestimate the kid. Kash comes up behind the kid who we will call Gaybe with a "y" for humorous purposes. Gaybe hits the turn perfectly and Kash comes up tight on Gaybe's tail. Kash steps on the gas and nails Gaybe in the rear of his cart. Quickly Kash cuts right and tries to pass the kid up but the kid rams Kash to his side. Kash letting go of his wheel with his left hand grabs Gaybe and eye gouges him and then pushes his head away taking the lead. Gaybe's eyes are closed as tears form in the eye that was gouged and he slams hard straight into the tire wall, taking him out of the race early. Kash now in the Lead just strolls in front of the pack of kids. This is how it was suppose to be, Kash at the front of the pack. The lead of the train. The thing that comes across the finish line first and wins the race.
As the race continues he stays in front of the race. In the final lap though after he has grown bored of being at the front without a challenge, he catches himself off guard. He's not full down on the gas, he's literally strolling around the track. Suddenly from his right side comes another Go Cart. It's Gaybe again, having finally gotten back on track and positioned himself in 2nd place. Kash welcomed the challenge and stepped down on the gas just as Gaybe passes him by. The kid's eye is red from where Kash had gouged him. He looks mad and seems to be wanting revenge for the attack. Kash rams into Gaybe and sends him swirving a bit but he catches grip and gets back in control. This was like a racing prodigy that Kash had found himself against. He didn't know how to play dirty but wanted this win, you could see the fumes of rage off this kid's skin. It was like a red glow of heat. Dubbing him Gaybe was more fitting as he got even worse. The kid starts slamming into Kash's cart repeatedly trying to force Kash to make a mistake of be caught off guard. Instead though Kash steps on the breaks and Gaybe flies infront of Kash's cart and side flips over the tire wall. EMTs who are always on stand by rush to the scene, some adults pointing at Kash as he comes up to the finish line. He breaks the tape and his arms are thrown into the air above him in celebration. Kash pulls off his helmet and unbuckles his seat belts before standing up in the cart. An adult man storms over at Kash and digs his finger into Kash's chest.
::Angry Man::
Boy you done hurt my boy! This God Damn Go Carts, not Stock Cars or Indy 500! You want me to whip yer ass?
::Jason Kash::
This was a competition and your son came in second. He was trying to slam into me, I played it smart and he lost. Where's my trophy damnit!
From the announcer's booth comes the voice of the guy that Kash had bought his time with the Go Cart from. Kash and the Father of Gaybe both listen in as the announcement is made.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
And the Winner of the Soul Ride Go Cart Race....CAR NUMBER 7!!! Please come to the counter for your Trophy and Gift Certificate! Congratulations to all of our Racers! Next race begins in 20 minutes after the track is put back together, what a RACE!!
The smile on his face could tell a hundred different tales of victory that Kash has taken pride in winning. He looks at the Father of Gaybe and sticks out his hand trying to shake the hand of a talented competitor. The father looks at Kash almost dumbfounded and then shakes Kash's hand as Kash uses the Father's grip to help him step out of the cart. Kash walks by the father, completely blowing him off as he heads to collect his trophy for victory. Stepping up to the counter again, Kash slides the cart keys over to the Counter Dude.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
DUDE!! That was SICK!! Totally WRECKED that track Bro! That little dude has been killing the track for days, he beat me even! He so needed to get beat down. Great job bro! Usually we just hand these out for Tournaments but you deserve this. That little dude was like our uncrowned Champion. So to you I present The Soul Ride Championship Trophy!! Yeah!!
Kash looks excited, almost giddy as he grabs hold of the trophy. He covers his eyes and drops to one knee and holds the trophy in close for a tight hug. Getting up Kash raises the trophy up above his head and turns to show everyone in the area his prize. He taunts a few kids, shoving the trophy in their face and mocking them. Face palming another kid and pushing him back. He even grabs an ugly woman who is standing next to her husband and son and he kisses her and then lets her drop to the floor. Celebrating like a true Champion. He hurries through the crowds of people coming around to see what the noise is about. He heads outside, blowing through the doors as the light hits his eyes. He holds the trophy up yet again for passing drivers and their families. He lets out a scream and then looks closely at the trophy. His smile disappears, his celebration changes in an instant and he has a look of rage. Like a sinister man with a plan just as bad. He looks into the cheap trophy with the little car at the top of it's perch. His reflection in the trophy staring back at him. His eyes alone lift and look into the camera.
::Jason Kash::
Gabe I win when I need to win. On occasion, when matches don't have any meaning or it's just a simple match I make mistakes. Who doesn't. But during these type of matches. The ones that matter? In these matches I catch mistakes, I take advantage of mistakes. The pressure here is completely on you. You have everything to lose and nothing to gain. If you beat me what does that really prove? It only proves that FINALLY you've beaten someone who mattered. But if I win...When I win and now more than ever you can see that can't you? Just verbally I have prison raped you and made you my bitch. DangerTainment in a whole has stepped their game since we came together in a full force. The best of Knuckles and Nate Bishop have been seen for this event. They like myself pushes the pace harder when there is something on the line. So imagine if everytime I stepped in the ring I had something to fight for? Imagine what it would mean if I had something around my waist, something that made me seen as one of the best around more so than I already am seen?
Gabriel this match is mine to take and mine to lose, you are just the guy inside the ring this time. The names have changed but more then not I go into that situation and come out the better man. Who has worked harder to impress than I have in the last YEAR besides maybe Glenn Legend? Who has busted their ass while others have been handed shots but continually made headlines and beat the competition? When I beat Odin in that 3 Match Series, what were my claims Gabe? What did I say to everyone? I told them that I was stepping into a new path of success and that began with taking Odin out of my path. I've beaten Stryfe, I've beaten you and Serena. Now I make it official Gabe and show you and everyone else that you lost the moment this match was signed. Fans gave you the vote for those trophies because they knew what you'd be losing at Seasons Beatings....
Now I watched your last promo and mind you, watching an entire Gabriel Aligheri promo is hard to do sober. However I sat through it with 2 joints so it was alright. I am confused as to why you would go back to your roots. Why return to the past where you started out. When you started there you sucked right? Well when you came to UWF you still sucked so what could you have gained from being there other then being noticed by UWF? Probably by accident that they even noticed you, needed that extra to be security for a show maybe. You were nothing when you got here and learned everything you know now from being in the Big Leagues. So tell me what your old GM can do for your chances? Hell he is a GM of a low budget, run of the mill promotion that maybe has 20 people watching in the stands at one time. His advice is worth about half a penny, got any change? Look Gabe, just be realistic about this man. You would LOVE[/i] to be that guy like you said but would and can are two different worlds apart and you are no where close to being from the can world of things. Oh and let me tell you...GREAT acting job backstage at the FWA show. Kenny and Michael's performances were AMAZING!! Well deserved for best boring roles of the year.
Who cares about what they're doing in that shit hole of nothing? You think people tune in so they can see you bullying people with less experience, giving them your TV time? Serious man, you are a good laugh but nothing more than just a laugh. You being seen as a Champion in UWF really makes it hard for places like CWC and RoughKut to take us seriously. Now with me...The World Opens...Or it will because I attract people to this business. I make them come to boo me and cheer me, my fans are confused but still come to check out the real talent and that talent will be at it's best at Seasons Beatings. Nobody cares about your past because they barely care about your present. You really think people see you as the one to watch in 2011? I mean you got the trophy to prove it but ask around man...Stanton, Serena, Hartman, Hayley, EVERYONE watches me and all of them see that in the very near future it is I who will make the year mine. Karma is for the weak but don't worry because I'll gladly kick you in the ass instead. Failure is NOT an option on my side, I will destroy you to become Champion. I've always been known as "The Bad Influence" but after this match people will come to know me as the UWF Intercontinental Champion....[/color]
Kash slams the trophy in his hands down onto the ground. He kicks it a little ways a head of him and then takes a few steps back. He positions himself up to kick it like a Field Goal. He does a little butt shake wiggle and rushes at the trophy and kicks the hard plastic trophy as far as he can. The scene fades as a car alarm goes off as the trophy busts through a side window of a beautiful BMW across the street.
There are so many Award Shows out there now that it's hard to tell which ones to Respect. You have BET Awards which is cool but really defeats the purpose because if those artists cannot compete with MTV Award Nominees then are they really worth getting an award? MTV has the history behind their awards as far as those two Shows go but then again MTV doesn't even play fucking music anymore so do they deserve any respect at all? Golden Globes, Oscars, Grammys, all have their history and purpose but is it fairly put together for voting? Who handles the votes, who makes the official count? With Pro Wrestling, the one Award Ceremony that should be always respected above all others is the PWI Awards. They have the longest historied Awards in Pro Wrestling. Who else can touch them for things that they have the rights to covering? Now the end of the year has come, Christmas, New Years, and all the stress and sex (New Years Mostly) and with all of that comes Awards Time for most long standing companies. Restaurants have awards sometimes even, the small children graduating kindergarden are handed trophies for a Job Well done. Do these Awards still have meaning and respect to them if they are handed out so much in so many areas? I congratulate those who have achieved because it is a short list of names who have been winners and recipients of those awards and their time and effort into winning those awards can be seen to that person as a reward for their hard work. Hard Work in the end DOES pay off...
Remember the Golden Rule - He who has the gold makes the rules!
- Lyndon Forman
Anaheim, California[/u][/SIZE][/color]
He had been surprised when he hadn't received and Award at the UWF Award Show. He wasn't disappointed because he knew that with time like with this Title, he would eventually win plenty of Awards. He has won a few in the past but he was never an "Awards" guy anyway, he carried a company but never often got any credit for it. He liked the way he kept himself under the radar while being the most talked about guy since the very day he stepped foot in the company. So his week wasn't at all ruined, he infact was happy that the Awards ended the way they ended. How things played out makes things alot more interesting for the PPV. It meant that Gabriel had more to lose now in the match then just the Title that would be on the line. It meant that Jason Kash could walk in and not only take that title but beat the guy who won alot of the most important awards being given.
Walking inside of a building, Kash pulls off his sun glasses as the doors behind him close. The sound of small engines roaring fills the building. As the camera pans over the area you can see the large course laid out for Go Carts. Tires lining the course for walling to help guide you where to drive. Kash inhales the air to smell the rubber and smiles as he heads over to the edge of the course. The few drivers come around the corner fast on the course, one bumping slightly into the tire walls. Kash watches as they make the turn and haul ass down the strip away from where Kash is standing. He wants in, he wants to release some of this build up of rush that is inside him. Waiting for the final days before he can compete for a Championship he has never held. To be able to put a belt around his waist again means the world to him and he's over joyed. This is a rush that he needs to take just a bit off the top. Stepping up to the counter, he dings the bell even though the counter guy sees him walk up.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
(Grabs Bell)Sup bro, what can I get ya?
::Jason Kash::
Yeah let me get the keys to a cart.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
You want the hour ride or the 3 hours?
::Jason Kash::
Give me the 3 hours. I'm bout to go Nascar on these fucking people..
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
That's what we like to hear! It's really just a bunch of kids out there right now. That'll be 65 bucks for the 3 hours. Here are your keys, it's Cart #7, color doesn't matter does it?
::Jason Kash::
Nah not really, the driver makes the statement.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
True Statement right there! Next race starts in 5 minutes, better hurry and get your helmet from out the seat of the Cart and get in line. I'll announce when the race will begin over the intercom. Good luck out there.
::Jason Kash::
Thanks man..
He turns and looks around to find the section where the carts are at. He heads over there fast wanting to get ready. As he gets to Cart #7 he grabs the helmet and almost jumps into the Go Cart. Looking up there is actually a digital timer showing the next race time. Kash buckles himself into the cart and begins to put on his helmet but decides to smile and look at the camera. He wants to take this time to get into a few things with the man who is at part the cause of this over filled anxious rush he has.
::Jason Kash::
Wow...(Applause) I have to give credit where credit it due it appears. You walked away with 3 of the best Awards that UWF offers annually! I have to say I'm impressed. Although truth is facts right and the fact is when you stepped foot in UWF...You sucked. You sucked worse then someone who came into the Brawl and got tossed as quickly as he entered the ring. Now it's a shame that I came in late in the year other wise one might have to believe there was foul play in voting. However I am not one to care about things like that simply because they in the end don't help shit. You bring a bit more confidence into the match, big deal. Confidence is great until it's taken from you and I will do that with experience and technique. You have heart but Heart is made to be stomped on after it's ripped from your chest. I don't care that you won some cheap plastic award that has ZERO value going into this match. Now though, you have something else to remind you of better days when I take the Intercontinental Championship from your lifeless body after I knock you cold out.
You know Gabriel, this thing we have here is what you'd call a disliking of two men. Not a rivalry because it's not really worth anything without the Intercontinental Title. You aren't now or never have been worth anything without that belt and after the PPV you will return to that state. The one that gets me going is the trophy for "Who To Watch in 2011" I mean really? He's shown that people? Who's doing the voting here? Who's making the count, Serena? Boy that would be one hell of a pull on the ol' chain wouldn't it? Regardless...I am walking out of this match with that Championship Gold laying over my shoulder as the Referee raises my arm in victory. I don't doubt you will be tough, I've never said this was going to be a walk in the park but in the end I know how to win on this level of competition. I know from experience where as you have won and made a name for yourself among other names like Ryan Blake, Shane Knight, guys who couldn't hack it in 3rd Class Level of UWF where they actually belonged. You've never beaten someone at my level but I've beaten plenty at yours...You will just be another notch on the belt of victories and dreams that I have stepped on and destroyed.
"Ecco a una vittoria di successo sul tuo avversario. Ci auguriamo che questo ti porta un sacco di fortuna ed รจ sicuramente meglio di una bambola di stile." I sat around wondering what that letter you got actually said. I wanted to know who might know you in Italy, surely family of some sort but who and what was their message. Did you understand the message? Well since our Italian ChumpEON rudely just lets people wonder, I have searched the internet for hours upon hours for the right convertion for languages. If it's on the internet it's gotta be right...Right? Well here is the message that this mystery person wrote in that letter to Gabriel. And I quote...heh. "Here to a Victoria of happening on your adversary. We augur ourselves that this you door a bag makeshift and is sure better than a doll than stile." Wow...Not only have you caused me to say Wow twice now in one sitting but you also apparently know some stupid fucking Italians as well!! I wouldn't have guessed the people who invented Pizza and Meatballs with Tomato Sauce would have morons living in their country still. Didn't they exile your family? Who cares, either way right. Listen up Gabe, I know you like people to think you're a bad guy. I believe you really want to be bad but you can't be. You don't have the patience or the temper to be a sly villian. You're more of a Sidekick which is why you fit so well with Serena. Hell, you're style in itself is alot like hers. Only thing that differs with you both is that I assume you have a penis and she just wishes she had one.
Look, don't be offended Gabriel. I'm playing your game after all, name calling, making shit up about you just to say something clever but guess what? I do it better! Nobody can question that now, not after this match. When this is over those people who voted for Gabriel Aligheri will find themselves wondering "What the FUCK were we thinking?" and then Serena realizes that she went through SO much trouble to get you where you are today. I guess in the end in order to give you that Universal Title Shot, Glenn Legend found himself happy after Serena "convinced" him that you were the right man to replace her in the Match. She is gonna be angry at you when you come up short once again in this match. She'll have to convert to using her other holes to bribe someone for the next advancement in your career. Question is will she give "it" up to Mr. Kassidy to help you out now? Heh...Think again. You owe your success to Serena and you cannot deny that shit. Without her you would still be opening shows and facing all the guys who need a walk through for the week. I grow tired of waiting, I've watched everyone come in and are simply HANDED title shots and I have wanted to earn mine. Now I've earned it and now it's arrived and I will NOT leave without achieving that very goal. The goal I began my career in UWF making, the goal that YOU stand in front of....That is a dangerous place to be...
The timer shows there is exactly one minute before the start of the next race. Kash puts on his helmet, locks it in and the starts the engine. He puts the cart in drive and softly steps on the gas. The cart jolts forward and the almost buzz of the motors growling grows louder as Kash parks, lined up with the other carts wanting to get in on this race. Kids, no older than 17 years old, some young around the age of 9. That intense moment as drivers sit next to each other, bad intentions are in each of their glares as they all look at the driver next to them. Life and Death situations like these are going to be crazy and exciting and Kash being the oldest dude here is no different. He's even pointing at kids and talking shit but his words aren't heard over the motors. One kid, probably the youngest one of them flips Kash off and Kash's eyes bulge out as if he is truly offended. He just tightens his grip on the small wheel and nods his head aggressively as the clock counts down the final few seconds before the light turns green.
4....3....2....1......GO!!!
They take off hard. A few kids slam into the cart next to them right away. Kash becomes elusive and gets out of the crowded area as they come up on the first turn. He has his sights on that kid who flipped him off, imagines the kid to be Gabriel for purposes that are fitting. Both are young and stupid for thinking they can fuck with Kash and win. The kid seems to be a decent driver, must come here alot so Kash doesn't want to underestimate the kid. Kash comes up behind the kid who we will call Gaybe with a "y" for humorous purposes. Gaybe hits the turn perfectly and Kash comes up tight on Gaybe's tail. Kash steps on the gas and nails Gaybe in the rear of his cart. Quickly Kash cuts right and tries to pass the kid up but the kid rams Kash to his side. Kash letting go of his wheel with his left hand grabs Gaybe and eye gouges him and then pushes his head away taking the lead. Gaybe's eyes are closed as tears form in the eye that was gouged and he slams hard straight into the tire wall, taking him out of the race early. Kash now in the Lead just strolls in front of the pack of kids. This is how it was suppose to be, Kash at the front of the pack. The lead of the train. The thing that comes across the finish line first and wins the race.
As the race continues he stays in front of the race. In the final lap though after he has grown bored of being at the front without a challenge, he catches himself off guard. He's not full down on the gas, he's literally strolling around the track. Suddenly from his right side comes another Go Cart. It's Gaybe again, having finally gotten back on track and positioned himself in 2nd place. Kash welcomed the challenge and stepped down on the gas just as Gaybe passes him by. The kid's eye is red from where Kash had gouged him. He looks mad and seems to be wanting revenge for the attack. Kash rams into Gaybe and sends him swirving a bit but he catches grip and gets back in control. This was like a racing prodigy that Kash had found himself against. He didn't know how to play dirty but wanted this win, you could see the fumes of rage off this kid's skin. It was like a red glow of heat. Dubbing him Gaybe was more fitting as he got even worse. The kid starts slamming into Kash's cart repeatedly trying to force Kash to make a mistake of be caught off guard. Instead though Kash steps on the breaks and Gaybe flies infront of Kash's cart and side flips over the tire wall. EMTs who are always on stand by rush to the scene, some adults pointing at Kash as he comes up to the finish line. He breaks the tape and his arms are thrown into the air above him in celebration. Kash pulls off his helmet and unbuckles his seat belts before standing up in the cart. An adult man storms over at Kash and digs his finger into Kash's chest.
::Angry Man::
Boy you done hurt my boy! This God Damn Go Carts, not Stock Cars or Indy 500! You want me to whip yer ass?
::Jason Kash::
This was a competition and your son came in second. He was trying to slam into me, I played it smart and he lost. Where's my trophy damnit!
From the announcer's booth comes the voice of the guy that Kash had bought his time with the Go Cart from. Kash and the Father of Gaybe both listen in as the announcement is made.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
And the Winner of the Soul Ride Go Cart Race....CAR NUMBER 7!!! Please come to the counter for your Trophy and Gift Certificate! Congratulations to all of our Racers! Next race begins in 20 minutes after the track is put back together, what a RACE!!
The smile on his face could tell a hundred different tales of victory that Kash has taken pride in winning. He looks at the Father of Gaybe and sticks out his hand trying to shake the hand of a talented competitor. The father looks at Kash almost dumbfounded and then shakes Kash's hand as Kash uses the Father's grip to help him step out of the cart. Kash walks by the father, completely blowing him off as he heads to collect his trophy for victory. Stepping up to the counter again, Kash slides the cart keys over to the Counter Dude.
::Go Cart Counter Dude::
DUDE!! That was SICK!! Totally WRECKED that track Bro! That little dude has been killing the track for days, he beat me even! He so needed to get beat down. Great job bro! Usually we just hand these out for Tournaments but you deserve this. That little dude was like our uncrowned Champion. So to you I present The Soul Ride Championship Trophy!! Yeah!!
Kash looks excited, almost giddy as he grabs hold of the trophy. He covers his eyes and drops to one knee and holds the trophy in close for a tight hug. Getting up Kash raises the trophy up above his head and turns to show everyone in the area his prize. He taunts a few kids, shoving the trophy in their face and mocking them. Face palming another kid and pushing him back. He even grabs an ugly woman who is standing next to her husband and son and he kisses her and then lets her drop to the floor. Celebrating like a true Champion. He hurries through the crowds of people coming around to see what the noise is about. He heads outside, blowing through the doors as the light hits his eyes. He holds the trophy up yet again for passing drivers and their families. He lets out a scream and then looks closely at the trophy. His smile disappears, his celebration changes in an instant and he has a look of rage. Like a sinister man with a plan just as bad. He looks into the cheap trophy with the little car at the top of it's perch. His reflection in the trophy staring back at him. His eyes alone lift and look into the camera.
::Jason Kash::
Gabe I win when I need to win. On occasion, when matches don't have any meaning or it's just a simple match I make mistakes. Who doesn't. But during these type of matches. The ones that matter? In these matches I catch mistakes, I take advantage of mistakes. The pressure here is completely on you. You have everything to lose and nothing to gain. If you beat me what does that really prove? It only proves that FINALLY you've beaten someone who mattered. But if I win...When I win and now more than ever you can see that can't you? Just verbally I have prison raped you and made you my bitch. DangerTainment in a whole has stepped their game since we came together in a full force. The best of Knuckles and Nate Bishop have been seen for this event. They like myself pushes the pace harder when there is something on the line. So imagine if everytime I stepped in the ring I had something to fight for? Imagine what it would mean if I had something around my waist, something that made me seen as one of the best around more so than I already am seen?
Gabriel this match is mine to take and mine to lose, you are just the guy inside the ring this time. The names have changed but more then not I go into that situation and come out the better man. Who has worked harder to impress than I have in the last YEAR besides maybe Glenn Legend? Who has busted their ass while others have been handed shots but continually made headlines and beat the competition? When I beat Odin in that 3 Match Series, what were my claims Gabe? What did I say to everyone? I told them that I was stepping into a new path of success and that began with taking Odin out of my path. I've beaten Stryfe, I've beaten you and Serena. Now I make it official Gabe and show you and everyone else that you lost the moment this match was signed. Fans gave you the vote for those trophies because they knew what you'd be losing at Seasons Beatings....
Now I watched your last promo and mind you, watching an entire Gabriel Aligheri promo is hard to do sober. However I sat through it with 2 joints so it was alright. I am confused as to why you would go back to your roots. Why return to the past where you started out. When you started there you sucked right? Well when you came to UWF you still sucked so what could you have gained from being there other then being noticed by UWF? Probably by accident that they even noticed you, needed that extra to be security for a show maybe. You were nothing when you got here and learned everything you know now from being in the Big Leagues. So tell me what your old GM can do for your chances? Hell he is a GM of a low budget, run of the mill promotion that maybe has 20 people watching in the stands at one time. His advice is worth about half a penny, got any change? Look Gabe, just be realistic about this man. You would LOVE[/i] to be that guy like you said but would and can are two different worlds apart and you are no where close to being from the can world of things. Oh and let me tell you...GREAT acting job backstage at the FWA show. Kenny and Michael's performances were AMAZING!! Well deserved for best boring roles of the year.
Who cares about what they're doing in that shit hole of nothing? You think people tune in so they can see you bullying people with less experience, giving them your TV time? Serious man, you are a good laugh but nothing more than just a laugh. You being seen as a Champion in UWF really makes it hard for places like CWC and RoughKut to take us seriously. Now with me...The World Opens...Or it will because I attract people to this business. I make them come to boo me and cheer me, my fans are confused but still come to check out the real talent and that talent will be at it's best at Seasons Beatings. Nobody cares about your past because they barely care about your present. You really think people see you as the one to watch in 2011? I mean you got the trophy to prove it but ask around man...Stanton, Serena, Hartman, Hayley, EVERYONE watches me and all of them see that in the very near future it is I who will make the year mine. Karma is for the weak but don't worry because I'll gladly kick you in the ass instead. Failure is NOT an option on my side, I will destroy you to become Champion. I've always been known as "The Bad Influence" but after this match people will come to know me as the UWF Intercontinental Champion....[/color]
Kash slams the trophy in his hands down onto the ground. He kicks it a little ways a head of him and then takes a few steps back. He positions himself up to kick it like a Field Goal. He does a little butt shake wiggle and rushes at the trophy and kicks the hard plastic trophy as far as he can. The scene fades as a car alarm goes off as the trophy busts through a side window of a beautiful BMW across the street.
