Post by Jason Cashe on Feb 21, 2011 4:34:30 GMT -4
Influential Intro
[/b][/u][/center]You have something you do or think about that you don't let anyone even the closet people to you know about? Like maybe you secretly want to fuck the brains out of your brother's girlfriend or wife? Maybe you secretly pick your nose still as a grown up? I would assume that everyone has something they would prefer to keep to themselves but right here, right now I'm gonna put it down in words. I'm gonna put it out there free word so that people can hear it in full as only a shrink or two in my entire life have been told. So here it is....I have vivid dreams most nights, I sometimes wake up after falling asleep in my dream and the world seems to even for a second merge together because I feel like the world I woke up from is the reality being lived.
Only for a few seconds if that does it happen. That's besides the point. I've never had a "Wet" Dream, now I've had alot of sex dreams with all kinds of old girlfriends who stay on the mind from my past. Still, never woke up with some sticky in the bottom half tip. The closet I ever come to..."Cuming" in my sleep is when I have dreams about witnessing or being the person that leaps from a tall building. It's not the fall so much as it is the splat that gets me going. I wake up 9 times out of 10 after a suicide jump dream rocking a king dong like I was poppin viagra on a month's supply in a single day. After 9/11 and I really in part feel bad about this part but I'm being real right now so I gotta say it. After 9/11 when I heard folks was jumpin out windows? I had dreams I was at the street below and that was the thing I was watching, not the fires building up inside the buildings. Not the panic on the streets or the police and fire department trying to move people away from the buildings.
I would be there watching these falling bodies and I'd crave, hunger for that final ending of their lives when their bodies bounced onto the solid ground below. Now at times it is I who is perched up on a building, looking down at the people on the ground below. They look like ants almost as the wind blows against my skin, I wake up cold from the breeze sometimes. I jerked sometimes when I hit the ground but it's so vivid and hitting the ground jerks me awake. I am cold but sweating from the body feeling the fear or tension of seeing yourselve coming closer to the ground's end. This is real shit, nothing for character, this me and how I am. I've had Shrinks since I was in grade school, not anymore because they never helped like weed.
The only reason for Shrinks wasn't dreams but bad behavior so the weed cleared that for me. Shrinks though that I did speak with about this and I can only remember 2 of them...They both have different explanation for it. One was that I had no remorse, I was sick like Ted Bundy, fucked up in the head and fit into normal society well. He refused to see me much longer than a few sessions...The other guy...He was cool, we clicked. I told him great detail on dreams, often writing or voice recording them when I first woke from them. He said that I had a sight of reality that most people don't have and that reality to me gave my mind many wacked out things to dream about. Whatever the case....This is who I am, this character is me not because I can't do something else, pretending is for children. I was Kash when I was on the come up in the streets, when I slap popped some punk in school who got done did. I was always Kash and the name is Jason, like Popeye use to say..."I yam what I yam" and that's all I'm gonna be..
“Dreams permit each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.”
- William Dement
Coney Island Beach, NY
[/b][/u][/center]Walking the boardwalk of Coney Island Beach you can see the Famous "Wonder Wheel" among many other things know to this beach. Kash leans on the first section of the railing that doesn't have bird shit covering it and stares off over the water. The many thoughts he must be going over from natural disasters that could occur, that movie "The Day After Tomorrow", Sharks that could very well still be lerking close by but the odds of that are rare. Still, the water is one of the few places that Jason Kash doesn't enjoy being in. Not big bodies of water where something could live that might attack him. Water is not our purpose, our bodies did not evolve to live or do that well in the water. These were Kash's feelings on the giant body of substance that covers more than 50% of this planet.
He loved the water as far as looking at it from a safe distance, he seen the beauty in it as well as the fear that the water can cause human life. He wasn't here for that though, no he was here because it was early in the morning and he didn't sleep too well. He had another dream that caused him to toss and turn, waking up in a pool of his own sweat he felt the need to get some air. He just ended up down here at the dock. The place was rather busy for an early Monday morning to his surprise but he was so focused on the thoughts in his head. From the dream to his upcoming match against a major prospect in Allison Detorre. His mind pushes out the words and his voice begins to speak them out as his eyes continue to stare down the endless horizon that meets the edge of the water.
::Jason Kash::
I had a dream...No, not Martin Luther King although most people always instantly think of him when that line is used. Still, in this dream I had I was on a boat. Big stretch to begin with unless it's Titanic size...Wait...No, that wouldn't work for me either...Anyways...I was on this boat with my son and we ran out of gas. The fucking rental guy almost got a visit when I woke up before I realized I was only dreaming. Continuing though...We were sitting out there and this was a 2 person boat with a small motor and we had been throwing out bait for fishing. Well this ended up being more bait then we had planned to use. Sharks began to surround our boat...Hrmmm....
Let's just say my son fell in and I for whatever reason could not force myself to help him. I could not move, I was frozen. I watched him ripped to shreds under the water by hungry and greedy sharks. Each wanting the biggest peice of him. The water turned crimson red and his tennis shoe ended up floating up to the surface of the water. I don't usually mention my son but this was just what got me to where I am standing right now. Now I'm fully aware that this has nothing to do with my match or Allison but in truth it does have a bit to do with each other. See if this was the old days of Religion, you'd have been called a Witch for putting these images in my head while I sleep. It would have been a punishment that you'd have seen a hanging, drowning, and then burning for because witches suck. Now though I only put the blame on you because I have every waking moment focused on you. I'm treating this match we have as something of a Title Match because that 2nd win for me is just as important to me as the first Championship. Why?
I've asked myself that, in fact I've tried thinking about this match as a means to get the dream out of my head. I can't help but to feel the pain and emotion from the dream as something of a reality because it felt real. My mind and body feel it still and that is usually what a person uses to determine the truth in reality right? So here I am putting something else on the table to talk about and this match right now is the most important thing going for me. I have to meet you inside the squared circle and we will put our talents up against each other to see which one can make it to their 2nd victory in IWC. You only get 1 chance at winning your 2nd match in a company, it begins the streak or the streak is stopped before it begins.
I want that starting streak of 2 victories in a row as I move forward up the ladder of IWC. You are wanting that as well or am I the only one? Do you want to step forward with having won your first match and all, I would figure you'd want to win more matches. Now I'm sorry that I didn't sit around and let you speak right before the show to speak again, I usually would go with term "Ladies First" but then you wouldn't be considered an equal in the ring...Oh wait, you're not! You are against someone more experienced, more prepared, and more able to get the job done on any level than you have shown to be. You couldn't get down with Unleashed or any of those other places for very long, won a few titles here and there and figured "Hey look, IWC seems to be an easy gig" and now here you are in a world you were not prepared for. A reality of a dream that you cannot control.
A small group of teenage kids walk by awfully close to Kash so his words are cut off as he slightly turns and glances over his shoulder, looking at these pick pocketing little punk kids who should be heading towards School not the Boardwalk. They move away as they all notice Kash watching them, one of them has headphones plugged into his ears and the song is alot of screaming. Kash didn't know or listen to that type of music. As they walked off away from Kash's personal space, he focused again on the horizon but began to think about music and he came out with a reference to music as he continued talking about his match, his dream almost completely faded now from his memory or current thought.
::Jason Kash::
You know who can sing? Well at one time could really belch out some vocals? Mariah Carey, she had the perfect vocals to have put her in some Horror movie like Michael Myers just so he could cut her throat as she was screaming, the blood causing her to gurgle the vocals she once used to actually sing and not dress like a whore well into her 40s. Can you sing Allison? Can you hit those Mariah Carey notes? Well rest assure if given that chance, that small opening which is ALL I need to beat you...When that happens though, know that you will attempt those levels of high notes. You will give Mariah Carey, you will give all the former true Divas of music a run for their money because I will break you down. I will cause that type of pain in your body not because I have too but because you will slip up or make that vital mistake and it will just be the result. I strike without warning, I mangle bodies without remorse and your ass is booked against the worst nightmare you could have expected to have this early in your time with IWC.
It's pretty clear that I'm not the clearest headed person in the world, that is no secret and if it wasn't known before then it's a bit more clear now. I will retire you, I will bury your ass in the parking lot if that is what is needed to pass you by in this moment. I will put my body, your body on the very line of life and death so that this match lands in my favor and that is something you have to learn to do at your full potential and trust me honey, I've seen your past recent or prior to IWC and it's not there yet. You don't put in enough of yourself to surpass this test and as I have done, you haven't put in the right amount of time focusing on this match. This isn't just an average match anymore sweet cheeks, this is either a promotion to bigger things or a demotion to stay at the bottom of IWC and I'm not gonna feed at the bottom when I've been and held a spot at the top plenty of times. I've set the bar for what the top represented and I plan on putting that same blueprint down for IWC's DangerTainment makeover. We aren't going to take the place over, we are just going to dominant it.
This group isn't here to make things look pretty or be ranked on CWC outdated rankings like some people. We aren't here because we were attracted to Survive and Conquer and just decided to stick around. I had no choice but to step into this world and since I have no choice then guess what? I will sit at the top of the surrounding placed around me. When President Jeff bailed me out of jail, when my former company wouldn't? When he made that choice, he made a smart call doing so because we don't play games, well we do but we get REAL serious when the bell sounds off the start of the match. Look, this isn't rocket science. I won't sit here and make up stories about being some Trained Assassin because who gives up being an Assassin to become a Pro Wrestler? Serious?
Come on, please don't shoot the shit and shoot it dirty and full of lies and misleads. If you want to step up and be taken serious, be serious, be real. Bring that shit now and not right before the time of the show. Speak on me because you know the truth behind me and not like the others who simply try to judge a book by a cover instead of the contents inside that book. I'm a great story and soon at Blood, Sweat, and Broken Teeth...You will be apart of my success story, the bumps in the road that didn't stall my engine or cause me to slow down. I past you and continued rolling while you got one last look in my rearview before I looked forward to my next bump. You are that, will be that, and cannot change that because that is the reality of the world and it's the only one we have the choice to live in.
Kash watches as a Sea Lion pops it's head out the water and looks around before looking straight up at Kash above. The scene fades to a black screen...
