Post by Jason Cashe on Jun 2, 2011 18:05:43 GMT -4
The Wrestling Strip was something that Jason Kash and Shane Borderland were going to make alot of money doing. After buying the land needed down in Mexico, they had things setup for some great businesses. They of course had Finacial Manager, Christian Gallos work out the deal for the deeds of the small town and if all else failed, they could sell the place for a profit. It was a no brainer investment and Kash was there when the first business had opened. It was called "The Black Hole" because of all the black lighting that the Night Club had built in. He had two pools lined with retainers so they could fill it with different things every night.
Women grappling matches on a nightly basis where the winners are set for the entire night with free drinks. Kash stood there as the doors opened for the first time. At 9 PM and the people were lined up outside the doors. This was just the first business as well, soon there would be a Tattoo Parlor among other things that would attract visitors. The ladies are the first to enter the facility. Dressed to kill, mostly of spanish descent but they were stunning. Dudes came in during the second wave and Kash smiles as Shane Borderland comes through the doors like some customer and Big Heavy is behind Borderland a few paces. Big Heavy sucking on the nozzle of a can of spray cheese. Kash and Borderland slaps hands before Kash slaps Big Heavy on the side of his big ass arm.
::Shane Borderland::
Place looks smashingly good old chap!
::Jason Kash::
Since when you go UK on us man?
::Shane Borderland::
Nope, just excited for the party! How much are we gonna make off this again?
::Jason Kash::
ALOT! Go have a few drinks, mingle with the ladies and I'll be up in the office if you need anything. This is yours as well so go nuts man. Have a blast, not much of a drink but I am a big fan of watching drunks.
::Shane Borderland::
Haha, Okay man. Big Heavy going with you cause he'd be a....scare tactic for chicks, like a reverse magnet.
::Big Heavy::
Ughh...Hhmm...
::Jason Kash::
Yeah, don't be so rude about it! Big, come with me. Eat that cheese out here and we'll have people getting sick and leaving the club. We want them spending money!
Shane Borderland starts dancing up on women as they pass by coming into the club. He makes his way to the bar for a round of drinks. Kash nods his head and begins to climb the staircase at the side of the entrance doors. Security allows him and Big Heavy to pass as they go upstairs. Kash opens the office door and it's a nice office, a little too classy one might say for just Kash but it's not just his office. There are three sections of the office, each section cut off by rolling walls. Each section for Borderland, Kash, and even Christian Gallos who has a hand in the Ownership. Kash sits down in his chair, behind his desk. This wasn't his usual look, he didn't like showing off his money and business owned, he knew though that all of it came from hard work and on occasion, showing off wasn't such a bad thing.
Big Heavy stands over by the one sided glass window that shows the entire club from this level, the club looking in sees a reflection of themselves. Kash wanted this mirror because he has seen it a few times in lineups and interrogation at police stations and wanted something like it but bigger. Big Heavy watches the women below dancing and pouring back shots, he squirts the nozzle on his spray can of cheese and makes little grunts, nothing Kash can quite understand. Doesn't matter though because Kash was ready to get him some relaxation as he pulls open a drawer and the camera looks inside to see cellophane wrapped brownies with an L1 Label on the top of the cellophane.
Kash pulls off a piece of one brownie and then grabs one of the cigars lined up in the drawer. It's not a typical cigar but a blunt rolled in a big cigar wrapper. It took 24 grams to fill up the cigar wrapper and Kash was about to enjoy his new digs as he sparks up the blunt, spins around and looks out the window staring out side on the streets. The cars coming down The Strip, the people on the sidewalks looking at other businesses in the process of completion. It was watching life live and grow.
::Jason Kash::
Open the gates and watch me soar, this is what the fuck I'm here for. Organized Violence ain't even seeing The Lost, ya'll lost cause don't nobody care and that's not a false statement, it's a current one. You can't touch these skills, can't mess with my swagger, fuck with my fresh. I'm not one of the regulars, I'm sitting with the best. The Champions of this company, the ones carrying the load. I'm up here, you're almost done. Should have just taken your first thought and retired. I'm bending limbs now, submission ain't my mindframe but it's the way of living right now and while I'm living it I'm popping ya shit like a bone out of place. You want to square off in whatever?
Smoke challenge, ring challenge, we can even run laps and if I need to bum kick you to be the first across the finish line then that is what gonna be done. It's how I do and what I do, I win and when I'm on my top form then you've got to put the bar even higher than the standard and Vaughn...You are below standard and I don't think you can go any higher than that. I think you stuck. Roxy lookin good but with a freaky chick like that I bet you still haven't bounced her have you? Have ya seen it wiggle? Yeah...You haven't and you wanna know why homie? It's cause she knows that an upgrade is just around the corner when it's requested and your ass is nothing more than a guy who will make a tag. Burn but spoken gospel...How it go, you the cock that throws fits like a female when the heat comes, almost passing out cause money got spent? You a chick homie...Haha...Yup!
Your manager has to get you worked up in hopes for you to cut a decent promo? Serious man? That's straight bitch like! She even said MAYBE he'll cut a decent promo...No faith in you! Not even the people around you are confident in your skill. You should just give up now and not waste a good submission tap out because it's just one more thing to be embarassed about because I'm walking in this match as TapOut Champion and I'm leaving the same. You said youself you ain't care about this strap and why should you since you have no chance in winning it. Not with your lame ass references to The Breakfast Club. I mean jesus peace man, that is just lame. You can roleplay later after a few more bottles of Jack Daniels have been consumed.
Wear a crown and call yourself King of all that is important because then and ONLY then will you matter. Here in this world I am the Royal Flush and you're just the flush during the intermission. Maybe I was wrong about your high school career and no I didn't give myself enough time in High School to become popular. I sat in class and heard the streets calling me so I went out and made paper. I had a pocket full of bills and none of them lower than a twenty so education was learned hustling. That ain't changed here today, I still make my grind on the canvas, the squared jungles of the Wrestling Ring where the dominate survive and conquer and all else come up short of their goals.
Regardless if you want this match or this belt Vaughn, you have the chance to step up and just shine. Fuck what is on the line because winning is the difference between being someone and being Tyler Vaughn. You can't smoke enough weed to be as cool as I am and you damn sure cannot beat me so you're left with understanding that this match doesn't matter because it's a nothing match for me to begin with. I'm crusing Vaughn and it's you I'm cruising through. You ain't nobody, ain't gonna be nobody, and will always remain a nobody....That's life as Tyler Vaughn. Just imagine the DVD...Tyler Vaughin: Who? hahaha...I am funny but I am also right. Your name here will mean shit because after this week I would assume you will walk away as you had planned before or was that only rumor, never know these days.
Regardless a change of scenery or retirement altogether is a choice that you will make for yourself after you lose via submission by "The Bad Influence". It's your fate, your fortune, and the future as seen on Asylum. You can add to the bet, but the cards dealt are not going to change, this hand goes to me and that is something nobody can change. How the cookies crumble, how the hand is dealt, how the future looks to be for this match between us. Shane Borderland and I are not here to play nice, nobody should be here to play nicely, we are here to open up chests and rip out hearts and dreams from the bodies of those who fall at our feet. This is a time of war, of slaughter and we are coming with knifes, swords, and 1-2-3s for all those who oppose. [/font]
He knocks off the ashes at the end up the "Cigar" as Big Heavy comes over and puts his now empty can of spray cheese into the garbage bin next to Kash's desk. Kash gets up from his desk and approaches the club mirror and looks down at all the people having a good time. Then he sees her. He knows her from another place, has actually lost to her more recently in a match.
He wonders if she is here to rub in her achievement or just to have a good time? They have tension between them and Kash was interested in interacting with her. He hands the blunt cigar to Big Heavy to put out as Kash leaves the office area and heads down to do some interacting....The scene though begins to break down into tiny pieces before going into a static fuzz on the screen as the promo ends.
Women grappling matches on a nightly basis where the winners are set for the entire night with free drinks. Kash stood there as the doors opened for the first time. At 9 PM and the people were lined up outside the doors. This was just the first business as well, soon there would be a Tattoo Parlor among other things that would attract visitors. The ladies are the first to enter the facility. Dressed to kill, mostly of spanish descent but they were stunning. Dudes came in during the second wave and Kash smiles as Shane Borderland comes through the doors like some customer and Big Heavy is behind Borderland a few paces. Big Heavy sucking on the nozzle of a can of spray cheese. Kash and Borderland slaps hands before Kash slaps Big Heavy on the side of his big ass arm.
::Shane Borderland::
Place looks smashingly good old chap!
::Jason Kash::
Since when you go UK on us man?
::Shane Borderland::
Nope, just excited for the party! How much are we gonna make off this again?
::Jason Kash::
ALOT! Go have a few drinks, mingle with the ladies and I'll be up in the office if you need anything. This is yours as well so go nuts man. Have a blast, not much of a drink but I am a big fan of watching drunks.
::Shane Borderland::
Haha, Okay man. Big Heavy going with you cause he'd be a....scare tactic for chicks, like a reverse magnet.
::Big Heavy::
Ughh...Hhmm...
::Jason Kash::
Yeah, don't be so rude about it! Big, come with me. Eat that cheese out here and we'll have people getting sick and leaving the club. We want them spending money!
Shane Borderland starts dancing up on women as they pass by coming into the club. He makes his way to the bar for a round of drinks. Kash nods his head and begins to climb the staircase at the side of the entrance doors. Security allows him and Big Heavy to pass as they go upstairs. Kash opens the office door and it's a nice office, a little too classy one might say for just Kash but it's not just his office. There are three sections of the office, each section cut off by rolling walls. Each section for Borderland, Kash, and even Christian Gallos who has a hand in the Ownership. Kash sits down in his chair, behind his desk. This wasn't his usual look, he didn't like showing off his money and business owned, he knew though that all of it came from hard work and on occasion, showing off wasn't such a bad thing.
Big Heavy stands over by the one sided glass window that shows the entire club from this level, the club looking in sees a reflection of themselves. Kash wanted this mirror because he has seen it a few times in lineups and interrogation at police stations and wanted something like it but bigger. Big Heavy watches the women below dancing and pouring back shots, he squirts the nozzle on his spray can of cheese and makes little grunts, nothing Kash can quite understand. Doesn't matter though because Kash was ready to get him some relaxation as he pulls open a drawer and the camera looks inside to see cellophane wrapped brownies with an L1 Label on the top of the cellophane.
Kash pulls off a piece of one brownie and then grabs one of the cigars lined up in the drawer. It's not a typical cigar but a blunt rolled in a big cigar wrapper. It took 24 grams to fill up the cigar wrapper and Kash was about to enjoy his new digs as he sparks up the blunt, spins around and looks out the window staring out side on the streets. The cars coming down The Strip, the people on the sidewalks looking at other businesses in the process of completion. It was watching life live and grow.
::Jason Kash::
Open the gates and watch me soar, this is what the fuck I'm here for. Organized Violence ain't even seeing The Lost, ya'll lost cause don't nobody care and that's not a false statement, it's a current one. You can't touch these skills, can't mess with my swagger, fuck with my fresh. I'm not one of the regulars, I'm sitting with the best. The Champions of this company, the ones carrying the load. I'm up here, you're almost done. Should have just taken your first thought and retired. I'm bending limbs now, submission ain't my mindframe but it's the way of living right now and while I'm living it I'm popping ya shit like a bone out of place. You want to square off in whatever?
Smoke challenge, ring challenge, we can even run laps and if I need to bum kick you to be the first across the finish line then that is what gonna be done. It's how I do and what I do, I win and when I'm on my top form then you've got to put the bar even higher than the standard and Vaughn...You are below standard and I don't think you can go any higher than that. I think you stuck. Roxy lookin good but with a freaky chick like that I bet you still haven't bounced her have you? Have ya seen it wiggle? Yeah...You haven't and you wanna know why homie? It's cause she knows that an upgrade is just around the corner when it's requested and your ass is nothing more than a guy who will make a tag. Burn but spoken gospel...How it go, you the cock that throws fits like a female when the heat comes, almost passing out cause money got spent? You a chick homie...Haha...Yup!
Your manager has to get you worked up in hopes for you to cut a decent promo? Serious man? That's straight bitch like! She even said MAYBE he'll cut a decent promo...No faith in you! Not even the people around you are confident in your skill. You should just give up now and not waste a good submission tap out because it's just one more thing to be embarassed about because I'm walking in this match as TapOut Champion and I'm leaving the same. You said youself you ain't care about this strap and why should you since you have no chance in winning it. Not with your lame ass references to The Breakfast Club. I mean jesus peace man, that is just lame. You can roleplay later after a few more bottles of Jack Daniels have been consumed.
Wear a crown and call yourself King of all that is important because then and ONLY then will you matter. Here in this world I am the Royal Flush and you're just the flush during the intermission. Maybe I was wrong about your high school career and no I didn't give myself enough time in High School to become popular. I sat in class and heard the streets calling me so I went out and made paper. I had a pocket full of bills and none of them lower than a twenty so education was learned hustling. That ain't changed here today, I still make my grind on the canvas, the squared jungles of the Wrestling Ring where the dominate survive and conquer and all else come up short of their goals.
Regardless if you want this match or this belt Vaughn, you have the chance to step up and just shine. Fuck what is on the line because winning is the difference between being someone and being Tyler Vaughn. You can't smoke enough weed to be as cool as I am and you damn sure cannot beat me so you're left with understanding that this match doesn't matter because it's a nothing match for me to begin with. I'm crusing Vaughn and it's you I'm cruising through. You ain't nobody, ain't gonna be nobody, and will always remain a nobody....That's life as Tyler Vaughn. Just imagine the DVD...Tyler Vaughin: Who? hahaha...I am funny but I am also right. Your name here will mean shit because after this week I would assume you will walk away as you had planned before or was that only rumor, never know these days.
Regardless a change of scenery or retirement altogether is a choice that you will make for yourself after you lose via submission by "The Bad Influence". It's your fate, your fortune, and the future as seen on Asylum. You can add to the bet, but the cards dealt are not going to change, this hand goes to me and that is something nobody can change. How the cookies crumble, how the hand is dealt, how the future looks to be for this match between us. Shane Borderland and I are not here to play nice, nobody should be here to play nicely, we are here to open up chests and rip out hearts and dreams from the bodies of those who fall at our feet. This is a time of war, of slaughter and we are coming with knifes, swords, and 1-2-3s for all those who oppose. [/font]
He knocks off the ashes at the end up the "Cigar" as Big Heavy comes over and puts his now empty can of spray cheese into the garbage bin next to Kash's desk. Kash gets up from his desk and approaches the club mirror and looks down at all the people having a good time. Then he sees her. He knows her from another place, has actually lost to her more recently in a match.
He wonders if she is here to rub in her achievement or just to have a good time? They have tension between them and Kash was interested in interacting with her. He hands the blunt cigar to Big Heavy to put out as Kash leaves the office area and heads down to do some interacting....The scene though begins to break down into tiny pieces before going into a static fuzz on the screen as the promo ends.
