Post by Jason Cashe on Aug 19, 2011 23:45:43 GMT -4
::Female Voice::
You have protection?
::Jason Kash::
Condoms? Yea..Yeah! I should...fuck, let me go check out in the living room....
You can hear the faded sound of music coming from within the bedroom of Jason Kash's home. The camera opens the scene inside the living room, empty except for the Sofa and Flat Screen that he hardly ever uses. He loves his basement and bedroom and hardly ever uses the living room. Today was going to be different. He was in need of some condoms. As he comes out of the back bedroom the camera almost rips away from his naked body. It stays on Kash though because he is wearing the APW Tag Team Title around his waist. It's hanging off his waist just right so that nothing is showing but the lower part of his stomach that turns into pubic region. He could have hide the condoms anywhere but he is determined to find them.
::Jason Kash::
Oh shit, ya'll are here already? Bad timing! Look can you come back...Fuck it, let's do this while I search. I know they're around here somewhere..
He rushes past the camera, his backside doesn't hide anything at all as his ass comes into full view. The camera tries to pull away some but doesn't want to take away from the women watching. They increase the viewer ratings as well. Kash leans forward to open a low cabinet drawer on an end table, the camera quickly jumps to his side but stays up on his upper half to not show his Man Parts. He turns towards the camera and stops, remembering that the camera was there. He adjusts the Tag Championship Belt and smiles into the camera as he drops down in front of the couch to check the cushions. He stops and looks back over his shoulder at the camera. His voice comes out into words spit.
::Jason Kash::
First off I want to address some rumors swirling around. I've heard people say that after Shockwave I might jump ship to Overdrive or might work both shows. Well let me set the record straight here and now. True I have thought about it, talked with Jeff and even put together some ways to make the move. When I put some real thought to it which was a few blunts, I came up with this. I'm Asylum through and through. I'm not like Branden Harvey who runs back and forth like a energizer bunny until the battery drains and he splits for a break. I'm not going to give my all to both shows because it's not both shows that gave me love, put me on game when I stepped on the scene.
Jeff could have asked me when I first came in to join Overdrive but it was Reginald who stepped up. So for the sake of Asylum, FUCK YOU Overdrive. Nothing personal to anyone over there but Asylum is where the winners of every big match between the two shows is at. Asylum is where 2 members are ranked in CWC and it's in Asylum where the best Champions are located in APW. Rico Casteel would FUCK CJ Gates up, don't lie about it, know about it. Nothing about Overdrive is better than Asylum other than the promotion from Management. This night, Shockwave? That is where it all changes....It begins with Nathaniel Havok and Sally Talfourd...
Havok, the time has come for things to finally be settled in the ring. You and I have attacked, beaten and come close to breaking each other each and everytime we've been in the same building. Yeah, you claim you didn't attack me but you know as well as I do that you were the one. That you wanted to protect Sally which is cool. I get protecting your partner. See you didn't want me to compete against Sally, you didn't want to see what would happen because you knew...You knew that if I went out there and beat Sally Talfourd that your chances got a bit slimmer that you'd win the Tag Titles. You attacked me from behind to protect your own ego from losing any steam.
Then I came and returned the favor, the night of you becoming Xtreme Champion. Chair shot right to the dome and right in that moment I was the last thing on your mind. No, it seems that the majority of time I heard you mention Organized Violence it was to make gay comments about us as if that was all you had. Is that all you have Havok? Is dying your hair, painting your nails and wearing rings while calling SOMEONE ELSE Gay make you feel more secure? Does it help the closet to stay locked on your own end? Don't come at me or my partner with bullshit gay jokes because you won't get too far going that tired ass route. ..[/font]
He goes back to digging into the couch hoping to find a condom that feel out a pocket or something. No such luck though. He gets up, the camera picking up a visual of the back of the belt's buckle rubbing against the top crack of his butt cheeks. His right hand reaches back and scratches by the crack where the buckle tickled him. The camera doesn't finish watching him itch as he gets up. He stops and looks around before remembering to get back to shooting his promo that fell in his lap. How'd they even get in? Bastards. A female voice echos from the room and it grabs Kash's attention.
::Female::
HURRY UP!!
::Jason Kash::
DON'T START WITHOUT ME....Where are those damn condoms!?!
Kash checks the coffee table in front of the couch, he has an ashtray and a few magazines on it. Not much used but still shit got thrown on it as he bends over the table and searches the magazines, shaking them hoping a condom would fall out from it's pages. Only in a dream, a miracle would it come to him that quickly. Usually he had a good stash of rubbers but he has been out for a good minute now and hadn't restocked. He lets out a small fart, ripping the air behind him but he doesn't acknowledge it as he continues his search. He stands up after not finding his needed jimmy strap of loving. He looks around again trying to guess if it'd be downstairs in his basement. He hardly ever took females down there much less anyone else. It was his private quarters, man cave if you will and was off limits and locked with a bolt lock. He started thinking about Havok again and his voice blurts out another onslaught of words.
::Jason Kash::
Havok you should watch some tape, learn just who the fuck you are stepping in the ring with at Shockwave. Do it while someone is doing your hair or painting your nails because Havok...If you don't know who we are, what we bring to the table then you will find yourself on the losing end of a night gone wrong. See I just dislike your kind of person. The kind of guy who is flashy, tries to be original and different but plays into so many typical trends that you are a carbon copy of a wave of people in the world. From Gothic to Grunge to Sadistic you are just another statistic in the style you present to the world.
You represent a whole entire culture of people and yet your head is too far in your own world of your own praises to see it. You have heard one too many times that you had potential, it went straight to your head like a shotgun hit from a blunt. You are in a situation where the person across the ring from you wants to hurt you in return. We don't like each other and this is for more than just you wanting my Tag Titles. It's a clash of personality and when personality clashes bad things happen. When I slid inside the ring the other week and bashed you with a sock full of quarters? That was me telling you that I wasn't very impressed, that your talents were only worth a handful of quarters and that isn't a set of talents that will be walking out of Shockwave with the Tag Team Titles. I've said it before and I'll say it again now, Sally has the pull in your tag team. Her name is why you are seen in the spotlight your seen in right now. She is the threat, not you.
Like you drama...Nobody gives a shit about your "Hard Times" in life. Nobody cares that your Daddy was a drunk and shit away his life or that you hurt because of it. You have money in your wallet and you aren't living rough now right? So shut the fuck up already. If we wanted drama, we'd turn on USA programming so please go get bent, go get your nails did because your backstory, your personal demons are something else that is shared on some level with everyone. Who doesn't have a bad memory or experience growing up. Some are homeless, some are born retarded or with Fathers who stick their dicks inside them and yet your story is suppose to be of concern or care to anyone?[/font]
His eyes widen as he remembers where one might be. He rushes across the living room floor, the back of the belt slapping against something nobody wants to hear. He checks the mail holder he has on the wall in the kitchen and the camera stays put in the living room, watching him from about 10 yards or so. He finds one and bends it around to check it's strength and upon being happy with the bend he does a little front thrust shake that slaps his balls up under the belt as the belt jumps from the motion. The camera catches a quick glimpse of his whole show down below but Kash doesn't much care. He prances back into the living room and over towards the bedroom door. He goes to open it but stops and turns around. The smile on his face is wanting to agree with his penis and just leave the camera behind but he had a few more things to say now that he was thinking about it.
::Jason Kash::
So where were we? Oh yeah, let's face facts here Havok. You have 2 things that you talk about other than your upbringing and frankly I am getting tired of hearing it all. One is that Xtreme Title and how nobody else cares about it but you do and try to give reasons why it really DOES mean something. Then you switch over to Jeff and why you dislike him, what he's doing wrong but blah, blah, blah Havok because NEWS FLASH, Jeff is the Boss and there ain't shit you can say to him because he writes your paychecks. Plain and simple. Cry, throw fits, stomp your fucking feet about it all you want but that man feeds you at night. He keeps the AC on when it's hot and has a roof securely over your head. Deal with that but come to understand that you being a Double Champion in APW won't happen at my expense. See folks is sleeping on Organized Violence, they not seeing the damage we bout to lay into your whole world Havok.
Not just you though but the entire new Division of APW Tag Teams, Organized Violence ain't stopping here and when we locked into this Division by becoming Tag Champions it wasn't to follow in Brandon Young's footsteps. I hold the exact titles that man held but the difference is I'm surpassing others, I'm on a rocket I bought from NASA and I'm heading to the moon. Now yeah, I'm high but when this match is over it will be you high. High on whatever the hospital is feeding you for the pain I leave in your wake. You want to talk big cause you Xtreme Champion? Well let's bleed Havok, step into the ring and that's exactly what we gonna do. I'm gonna bubble lump your noggin and show everyone that "Xtreme" comes best fitted to Asylum and in the name of Asylum, your ass is mine and it's gonna be wrecked like a virgin after a gang bang. There is a hole for you to use a gay joke, use it up cause it's all you got....
Now as for Sally? We've been scheduled to compete now twice. Both times something occured and the match never happened. That bothers me. It bothers me and a week ago I was in ruin, I was angry, I was heartbroken that I could not say I've been in the ring and beaten Sally Talfourd. That strikes me as odd though that now two different times you've had a means to not compete. You had me aching like a junkie to compete against you and now that will happen. Not the way I wanted at first but trust that during this match I will get my hands on you. I will let you see it in my eyes, that same thing you've seen in the eyes of anyone who has beaten you. It's a will to win, a will greater than yours and hungrier than yours as well. Organized Violence is just beginning and our time to shine isn't up, it's hardly just started to be over already and if Gambling Superstars and Red Shield Mafia couldn't get the job done then a Tag Team with hardly any experience together won't do it either...We will see to that. We're getting Organized for Violence and that violence comes down on you...Now get out....Ha-AH!![/font]
Opening the bedroom door wide and stands in the doorway with the condom hanging from his teeth and his hands on each side of his hips. Like a Superman Pose with his legs split wide in the doorway. The camera looks into the room and laying on the bed under the blankets is Hayley Hitch who is naked on her shoulders down until the bed cover hides the rest of her body. Kash steps into the room and slams the door from behind him, the screen begins to crackle as the song "One Wish" by Ray J plays from inside the bedroom. The screen turns into the static screen that has come to be seen by Jason Kash to end the promo.
You have protection?
::Jason Kash::
Condoms? Yea..Yeah! I should...fuck, let me go check out in the living room....
You can hear the faded sound of music coming from within the bedroom of Jason Kash's home. The camera opens the scene inside the living room, empty except for the Sofa and Flat Screen that he hardly ever uses. He loves his basement and bedroom and hardly ever uses the living room. Today was going to be different. He was in need of some condoms. As he comes out of the back bedroom the camera almost rips away from his naked body. It stays on Kash though because he is wearing the APW Tag Team Title around his waist. It's hanging off his waist just right so that nothing is showing but the lower part of his stomach that turns into pubic region. He could have hide the condoms anywhere but he is determined to find them.
::Jason Kash::
Oh shit, ya'll are here already? Bad timing! Look can you come back...Fuck it, let's do this while I search. I know they're around here somewhere..
He rushes past the camera, his backside doesn't hide anything at all as his ass comes into full view. The camera tries to pull away some but doesn't want to take away from the women watching. They increase the viewer ratings as well. Kash leans forward to open a low cabinet drawer on an end table, the camera quickly jumps to his side but stays up on his upper half to not show his Man Parts. He turns towards the camera and stops, remembering that the camera was there. He adjusts the Tag Championship Belt and smiles into the camera as he drops down in front of the couch to check the cushions. He stops and looks back over his shoulder at the camera. His voice comes out into words spit.
::Jason Kash::
First off I want to address some rumors swirling around. I've heard people say that after Shockwave I might jump ship to Overdrive or might work both shows. Well let me set the record straight here and now. True I have thought about it, talked with Jeff and even put together some ways to make the move. When I put some real thought to it which was a few blunts, I came up with this. I'm Asylum through and through. I'm not like Branden Harvey who runs back and forth like a energizer bunny until the battery drains and he splits for a break. I'm not going to give my all to both shows because it's not both shows that gave me love, put me on game when I stepped on the scene.
Jeff could have asked me when I first came in to join Overdrive but it was Reginald who stepped up. So for the sake of Asylum, FUCK YOU Overdrive. Nothing personal to anyone over there but Asylum is where the winners of every big match between the two shows is at. Asylum is where 2 members are ranked in CWC and it's in Asylum where the best Champions are located in APW. Rico Casteel would FUCK CJ Gates up, don't lie about it, know about it. Nothing about Overdrive is better than Asylum other than the promotion from Management. This night, Shockwave? That is where it all changes....It begins with Nathaniel Havok and Sally Talfourd...
Havok, the time has come for things to finally be settled in the ring. You and I have attacked, beaten and come close to breaking each other each and everytime we've been in the same building. Yeah, you claim you didn't attack me but you know as well as I do that you were the one. That you wanted to protect Sally which is cool. I get protecting your partner. See you didn't want me to compete against Sally, you didn't want to see what would happen because you knew...You knew that if I went out there and beat Sally Talfourd that your chances got a bit slimmer that you'd win the Tag Titles. You attacked me from behind to protect your own ego from losing any steam.
Then I came and returned the favor, the night of you becoming Xtreme Champion. Chair shot right to the dome and right in that moment I was the last thing on your mind. No, it seems that the majority of time I heard you mention Organized Violence it was to make gay comments about us as if that was all you had. Is that all you have Havok? Is dying your hair, painting your nails and wearing rings while calling SOMEONE ELSE Gay make you feel more secure? Does it help the closet to stay locked on your own end? Don't come at me or my partner with bullshit gay jokes because you won't get too far going that tired ass route. ..[/font]
He goes back to digging into the couch hoping to find a condom that feel out a pocket or something. No such luck though. He gets up, the camera picking up a visual of the back of the belt's buckle rubbing against the top crack of his butt cheeks. His right hand reaches back and scratches by the crack where the buckle tickled him. The camera doesn't finish watching him itch as he gets up. He stops and looks around before remembering to get back to shooting his promo that fell in his lap. How'd they even get in? Bastards. A female voice echos from the room and it grabs Kash's attention.
::Female::
HURRY UP!!
::Jason Kash::
DON'T START WITHOUT ME....Where are those damn condoms!?!
Kash checks the coffee table in front of the couch, he has an ashtray and a few magazines on it. Not much used but still shit got thrown on it as he bends over the table and searches the magazines, shaking them hoping a condom would fall out from it's pages. Only in a dream, a miracle would it come to him that quickly. Usually he had a good stash of rubbers but he has been out for a good minute now and hadn't restocked. He lets out a small fart, ripping the air behind him but he doesn't acknowledge it as he continues his search. He stands up after not finding his needed jimmy strap of loving. He looks around again trying to guess if it'd be downstairs in his basement. He hardly ever took females down there much less anyone else. It was his private quarters, man cave if you will and was off limits and locked with a bolt lock. He started thinking about Havok again and his voice blurts out another onslaught of words.
::Jason Kash::
Havok you should watch some tape, learn just who the fuck you are stepping in the ring with at Shockwave. Do it while someone is doing your hair or painting your nails because Havok...If you don't know who we are, what we bring to the table then you will find yourself on the losing end of a night gone wrong. See I just dislike your kind of person. The kind of guy who is flashy, tries to be original and different but plays into so many typical trends that you are a carbon copy of a wave of people in the world. From Gothic to Grunge to Sadistic you are just another statistic in the style you present to the world.
You represent a whole entire culture of people and yet your head is too far in your own world of your own praises to see it. You have heard one too many times that you had potential, it went straight to your head like a shotgun hit from a blunt. You are in a situation where the person across the ring from you wants to hurt you in return. We don't like each other and this is for more than just you wanting my Tag Titles. It's a clash of personality and when personality clashes bad things happen. When I slid inside the ring the other week and bashed you with a sock full of quarters? That was me telling you that I wasn't very impressed, that your talents were only worth a handful of quarters and that isn't a set of talents that will be walking out of Shockwave with the Tag Team Titles. I've said it before and I'll say it again now, Sally has the pull in your tag team. Her name is why you are seen in the spotlight your seen in right now. She is the threat, not you.
Like you drama...Nobody gives a shit about your "Hard Times" in life. Nobody cares that your Daddy was a drunk and shit away his life or that you hurt because of it. You have money in your wallet and you aren't living rough now right? So shut the fuck up already. If we wanted drama, we'd turn on USA programming so please go get bent, go get your nails did because your backstory, your personal demons are something else that is shared on some level with everyone. Who doesn't have a bad memory or experience growing up. Some are homeless, some are born retarded or with Fathers who stick their dicks inside them and yet your story is suppose to be of concern or care to anyone?[/font]
His eyes widen as he remembers where one might be. He rushes across the living room floor, the back of the belt slapping against something nobody wants to hear. He checks the mail holder he has on the wall in the kitchen and the camera stays put in the living room, watching him from about 10 yards or so. He finds one and bends it around to check it's strength and upon being happy with the bend he does a little front thrust shake that slaps his balls up under the belt as the belt jumps from the motion. The camera catches a quick glimpse of his whole show down below but Kash doesn't much care. He prances back into the living room and over towards the bedroom door. He goes to open it but stops and turns around. The smile on his face is wanting to agree with his penis and just leave the camera behind but he had a few more things to say now that he was thinking about it.
::Jason Kash::
So where were we? Oh yeah, let's face facts here Havok. You have 2 things that you talk about other than your upbringing and frankly I am getting tired of hearing it all. One is that Xtreme Title and how nobody else cares about it but you do and try to give reasons why it really DOES mean something. Then you switch over to Jeff and why you dislike him, what he's doing wrong but blah, blah, blah Havok because NEWS FLASH, Jeff is the Boss and there ain't shit you can say to him because he writes your paychecks. Plain and simple. Cry, throw fits, stomp your fucking feet about it all you want but that man feeds you at night. He keeps the AC on when it's hot and has a roof securely over your head. Deal with that but come to understand that you being a Double Champion in APW won't happen at my expense. See folks is sleeping on Organized Violence, they not seeing the damage we bout to lay into your whole world Havok.
Not just you though but the entire new Division of APW Tag Teams, Organized Violence ain't stopping here and when we locked into this Division by becoming Tag Champions it wasn't to follow in Brandon Young's footsteps. I hold the exact titles that man held but the difference is I'm surpassing others, I'm on a rocket I bought from NASA and I'm heading to the moon. Now yeah, I'm high but when this match is over it will be you high. High on whatever the hospital is feeding you for the pain I leave in your wake. You want to talk big cause you Xtreme Champion? Well let's bleed Havok, step into the ring and that's exactly what we gonna do. I'm gonna bubble lump your noggin and show everyone that "Xtreme" comes best fitted to Asylum and in the name of Asylum, your ass is mine and it's gonna be wrecked like a virgin after a gang bang. There is a hole for you to use a gay joke, use it up cause it's all you got....
Now as for Sally? We've been scheduled to compete now twice. Both times something occured and the match never happened. That bothers me. It bothers me and a week ago I was in ruin, I was angry, I was heartbroken that I could not say I've been in the ring and beaten Sally Talfourd. That strikes me as odd though that now two different times you've had a means to not compete. You had me aching like a junkie to compete against you and now that will happen. Not the way I wanted at first but trust that during this match I will get my hands on you. I will let you see it in my eyes, that same thing you've seen in the eyes of anyone who has beaten you. It's a will to win, a will greater than yours and hungrier than yours as well. Organized Violence is just beginning and our time to shine isn't up, it's hardly just started to be over already and if Gambling Superstars and Red Shield Mafia couldn't get the job done then a Tag Team with hardly any experience together won't do it either...We will see to that. We're getting Organized for Violence and that violence comes down on you...Now get out....Ha-AH!![/font]
Opening the bedroom door wide and stands in the doorway with the condom hanging from his teeth and his hands on each side of his hips. Like a Superman Pose with his legs split wide in the doorway. The camera looks into the room and laying on the bed under the blankets is Hayley Hitch who is naked on her shoulders down until the bed cover hides the rest of her body. Kash steps into the room and slams the door from behind him, the screen begins to crackle as the song "One Wish" by Ray J plays from inside the bedroom. The screen turns into the static screen that has come to be seen by Jason Kash to end the promo.
