Post by Jason Cashe on Mar 8, 2011 17:25:55 GMT -4
Country Club, somewhere in California
[/b][/u][/center]Trees that seperate each hole on the course, greens that are bright green and smooth surfaced. The perfect 18 as some would call it. Where old men and rich men come in their free time to release some tension or just focus on something not having to do with work or family. Some say the word "Golf" was originally meant to stand short for Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden. Something that wouldn't be technically sound today with all the women playing the sport but this sport has been around for a long time. People have stepped down each hole and sought it like an opponent that was going to be beaten. Sometimes with a Birdie, sometimes on Par but if you were lucky you could nail in the all loving Eagle.
Jason Kash wasn't the golf type really. He enjoyed driving a Golf Cart, he enjoyed the outdoors feel of a Golf Course as well so that is why he came today. Had NOTHING to do with his opponent, Bobby Bodacious being at one last time he was seen. Kash wanted to hit up the course himself to play and have some fun instead of the constant training. Quickly though he is seen sitting behind some bushes. He's watching some elderly men tapping the ball around on the green. Kash slowly comes out of the bushes and looks right past the green to see a Golf Cart waiting for the golfers to move towards the next hole. His quiet voice is heard as he looks back and forth to the camera and then back to the Elderly Golfers.
::Jason Kash::
Congratulations! Really, give yourself a round of applause Bodacious! You've managed to open your mouth and actually speak back towards me and you did a good job. I can just feel the properness in your words. I almost lost you for a minute when you got into the marijuana license and stuff, not because it was too advanced for me to comprehend but because it made no fucking sense. Who said anything about training for years to give out medical licenses?
I paid 200 bucks for a year's license to purchase Marijuana. Head aches, anger problems, look it up. Have someone look it up for you because we know rich boys like you don't really know what work is do you? Sitting at a desk signing papers as your bank account fills up off of other people's hard work, not your own. That's the kind of work you know isn't that right? You know absolutely nothing about me and yet you think because I came from a land of hell, jail, and crack sales that you know me and the things that I've done and been through.
You think because I don't have your education that you are just above the line huh? Keep thinking that way Bobby because when that moment of the match when the end is in sight, you will be able to use that education only to count the lights hanging from the ceiling as you're being pinned to the mat. I look at guys like you and I wonder why society even allows people like you to become bred into the world you call "High Class" and let me tell you, High Society is a place I can afford to be but would rather rot in Prison than be apart of.
You people pick at the people who carry this country, those who bust their asses for corporations only to be shit on and not remembered by the guy cashing in the big bucks. You make those mothers out there who work 3 jobs to raise her child work harder and longer and that's not even coming from my background. Your kind? Your kind of people are only barely above rapists and child molesters to me and I am GLAD, drooling fuckin happy that I get to be the guy to put you on your back and fuck up your entire week as you realize that it is someone from the gutter, someone who has seen hard work and survival that whipped your ass and stepped over you...Okay I'm going...
Pushing himself off his knee behind the bushes, Kash rushes towards the green. The old men don't notice at first as Kash approaches quickly. As he comes up from behind the first elderly golfer, one of three of them standing on the green. Kash pulls out a taser gun, one he is known for using on DangerTainment Member, Johnny Knuckles. This time he was out for strange tase and held it up and he rushed by the first elderly guy.
Kash catches the man in the back of his neck and the zap of the tase is heard like a snap of sound. The old man drops straight down, flopping backwards and hitting the green hard after. The other men turn and look as Kash hurries and tags up the other guy not at the ball. The man at the ball who was about to tip his ball into the hole looks at Kash. He lifts up the golf club but Kash reaches up and catches the geezer in the chin and holds the button down. A faint scream as the man jolts and shakes until Kash releases the button on the taser gun.
Kash laughs looking around at the 3 old men on the ground, still shaking here and there like an aftershock flowing through their bodies. Kash leans over and checks their pockets and pulls out 2 of their wallets. He goes through them both and pulls out all the money they have and shoves it into his pocket. He looks over at the golf cart to see that the keys are still in the ignition. Kash looks around, checks to see who else might be nearby that could have seen the events. Nobody around, nice weather and a golf cart to enjoy the day with. He walks over and gets into the driver seat. The small sound of the engine roars up and Kash puts it in reverse and backs up onto the green. He starts hitting donuts on the green, tearing up the surface. Moving along towards the next hole, Kash gets the camera next to him so that he can be heard.
::Jason Kash::
Like my new ride? I don't need a Caddy to operate it either and I can grab my own clubs...Hell I'm sure I have a great set in the back here. Also...Don't question my name either...Bodacious, what are you a fucking Ninja Turtle? My biological last name is Kash which at one time was Cash. The name changed back in the 20s from Cash to Kash to be more original from the typical name. Wasn't my call clearly but my name? My family name has survived hard times, worked through harder times and still stand here before you and everyone else who would rather see us working cheap labor. You know, I've worked for some shady ass people in the past but I'd rather turn snitch and prison bitch before I'd work for a "Rich Race" like you....
What is a "Rich Race" you ask? Well Rich Race are people who own the top companies, who have the most money, the big 24 bedroom mansions, who usually come from generations of wealth. Guys like you are a perfect example of a "Rich Race" and since this is America and Race is a huge issue with this country still today, I found myself not hating color but greed and ignorance which sums up your kind of people. Black, White, Brown, or Indian there is "Rich Race" in all colors but that is the Race that I am most racist towards. People like you who donate to charity only because it's a tax write off not because you really give a shit. You piss me off, your kind of people and with my money that I've EARNED and not just had given to me I make sure I don't fall into that Race of people because I'd rather be dead and gone before I turned into something like you.
See I'm an Influence because people might dislike me at first but they eventually come around and see the things I bring to the table. They see the work ethic and they end up matching it or falling off course. I'm Influential because I'm not like you, because I work for mine and I get what I work for and just like this match I plan on working for victory at RassleMania inside the War Games match. Getting past you to do it? They don't even have to pay me to wrestle you because this won't be a wrestling match, this will be a slaughterhouse and your the cow being prepped for slaughter.
I don't like you Bobby, I don't like the person you are in life or the person you think you can be in this business. This isn't your Father's company, he can't pay enough to have me take a dive for you. No money in the world could prevent me from pushing past you and heading to a place where you are simply not good enough to get without paying someone off....That's to the top of IWC and I will be looking down from the top while you sit back and count your Father's money. Money might satisfy you but Success will once again be the thing that satisfies me and that's something you cannot buy here.
Kash slams on the brakes as he spots an elderly couple standing at the tee of hole number 11. Kash turns off the engine as the couple turns and looks at Kash from the 10-20 foot distance. Kash holds up a hand, smiles and nods as if saying there is no rush. He even pretends to grab his driver from one of the bags at the back of the cart. He grabs a wedge instead from the club bag. He begins trotting over towards the couple, swinging the wedge around almost in a song and dance style motion. The couple hasn't looked back yet as Kash comes up behind them. With the swift movement of his free hand, he pulls out the taser gun and zaps the female and then holds the taser down on the man who had just lifted the driver to crush the ball up on the tee.
The man drops down but Kash doesn't stop tasering the older man. He holds the button down, the snapping sound is non-stop. The little blue light of spark continues as Kash holds the toy down onto the skin of this older, rich man. These types of people always dress in nice golf style clothes containing multiple colors all not making any sort of match to eachother. Kash finally releasing the button watches as the convulsion doesn't stop right away. Kash reaches into the man's pocket and pulls out his wallet and once again shoves the few hundred dollar bills into his own pocket.
::Jason Kash::
Now Bobby...This money I've been stealing like some low life crook? This is the same thing that corporate people do to anyone who works for them or anyone they buy out. You wrong people in your type of business. You wrong the hard working people of this country by black balling them and taking their companies or jobs from them. It's people like you who make this economy worse because of your greed and you take from so many and I'm sure have done it plenty working for your Father's company. The thing is you stealing "legally" and me stealing "illegally" isn't so much different.
I take from these rich greedy bastards here who are much like you and come Asylum...I will take from you a chance at War Games. Something I'm prepared to compete in and won't let some "Legalized" Criminal like you, who take so much from this country, you might not rob them blind like I do but you take it to where they lose everything else. I take their dignity and whatever is in their wallet, people like you take their jobs, businesses, rent money, money to feed their children, you take their homes with your greed. I am happy, no thrilled to be able to put my hands on you soon...I like to get high but it's you that will be Influenced....See you in the ring Bobby...
The screen begins to fade as a Kash gets back on the Golf Cart and drives off down the course.
