Post by Jason Cashe on Sept 4, 2011 4:18:38 GMT -4
Retaining the Tag Titles was something they knew would happen. Jason Kash knew that if him and Borderland went into the match with their A games then they would walk out with the Titles and proved just that at Shockwave. Also on that show was another match that Jason Kash paid close attention too because it was a match that determined who would next challenge him for his TapOut Championship.
It could have been his old favorite Big Man, Ted Demon Soul or maybe his now Ex-Girlfriend Hayley Hitch who had recently gotten a bit too needy as far as a relationship went and Kash kicked her to the curb. Many different ways it could have ended up but it was Johnny Brown that came out emerged as the new Top Contender for the TapOut Championship. Kash welcomed this challenge, thrived to be put into the ring with the very best that APW Asylum had to offer and as of late "True Brit" was that.
Brit Rhymes with Grit
Kash wanted to do something to get in touch with his inner British, not that he had one but he wanted to do something anyways. Get inside the mind of a Brit and he was comtemplating taking a trip to Europe but hated the people there and feared his teeth might go bad with one visit. So he watched Austin Powers, listened to Madonna albums and tried to pick up an accent to better learn his opponent's background. He googled bare knuckle brawls after hearing much of them happen in Europe but couldn't find anything of importance.
He was training his cardio will hill running or stair climbing. He knew his game plan which he had set for every match that was for his TapOut Title, something he planned to keep for a long time. That plan was to either knock some unconscious or pull and twist something until it breaks. He wasn't going to sissy yank on someone because it was business and he bled for this business. If he knocks you out, tapping is as easy as lifting your arm three times and watching it collapse onto the canvas.
Has ANYONE seen someone's arm fall for a third time? Rare..
When it comes to gaining knowledge in the submission world there is only one man Jason Kash will seek guidance from. The same man who had a hand in properly training Kash to compete at any level in this business. An old friend and partner who Kash had won his very first set of Tag Titles with. He was known as "The Hunter" by some but Kash just called him Kraven. Kraven was a very talented but unspoken Icon in this business at least to Kash and those who got to see Kraven compete and Kash had learned his "Marijuana Withdraws" finisher from Kraven so it was only common sense that Kash would go to Kraven for some submission defensive training.
::Kraven::
No! You're doing it wrong Kash! Jesus Christ, How did you ever get a Submission Based Title?
::Jason Kash::
Cuz bruv dey luv meh swagga!
::Kraven::
Why are you talking like that? Lets do this again, get it right this time or I will go a few rounds with you myself.
::Jason Kash::
Bloody 'ell bruva don't piss in ya whiskas...
Kraven gave Kash this almost ashamed nod of the head as they worked on submission escape, reversals, even techniques on rolling out of submissions. Kash felt like a kid in college trying to cram so much into one session but he planned to work this stuff throughout the week at his own pace. He spent about 5 hours working on things with Kraven and a few of Kraven's students he trained in his Gym. Kash was covered in sweat as he sucked down water from the squirt bottle he brought with him. Wiping himself off with a towel, Kash exits the cage and heads to the locker room. Kraven stops him and pats his former partner on the back.
::Kraven::
Better than I thought, not by much but still an improvement from the last time we trained together.
::Jason Kash::
Chip, Chip, Cheerio! We not 'ere to arse about bruv, we 'ere to have mad growth.
::Kraven::
Are you trying to sound British because you almost sound Jamacian. Regardless, I'm very pleased with how things turned out. You keep that belt Kash! Submission is where all of the technical came into combat.
Kash and Kraven shake hands and then Kash heads out into the back rooms which lead to the exit. He figures to hit the shower when he gets back to the Hotel. His first thought is the blunt he knows is sitting in his rental car in the parking lot. That leads him to the car parked outside without much else going on but open and closed doors. As he tosses in his small duffle bag, Kash climbs in behind the wheel. After opening the glove compartment and lighting the blunt with a book of matches also stored away for this moment, Kash rolls up the windows and turns on the AC as he starts the engine. Wasn't long before he was at his Hotel and climbing out of the car. His blunt at it's end so he flicks the cherry off and pockets the roach or beetle as he calls blunt roaches.
The lady at the desk looked good as hell, been a while since he liked the look of a blonde but she was doing it in that green Hotel Employee outfit. He decides to skip her though and head to the elevator. After pushing the button to summon the services he turns around and jolts his eyebrows over at the female behind the counter. She notices and giggles like a school girl with snickers that quickly followed. As the elevator doors open, Kash backs himself into it until his back touches the wall. The doors close after he pushes his floor number and as soon as the doors close he is looking around at his own reflections in the shinning steel walls of the elevator.
::Jason Kash::
Yeaaahhh Babbbbyyyy!! Groovey!! Hahaha...Doing an accent is fun! It really brings me at home with Britain and how fucking weird those people are! At least Canadians can express some normal behavior. The only thing you people have going for you is that street gangs aren't so quick to pull out a gun. They fight and earn their street cred with their natural skills in fighting. You either win or you have to pick yourself up which is respectable. I'm sure you've learned that very lesson being the son of a drifter and a drifter yourself.
I'm sure that scraps are something you are too fond of being with the kind of things you've experienced in life. That's fine and dandy but let's not have our tea and crumpets just yet because I have grown to appreciate submission since becoming the TapOut Champion. Yes, I know the things I said when this reign started, before it began I was scratching my head wondering why anyone would book me in a submission match.
Yet it just goes to show everyone how bright, how downright intelligent Reginald is with Asylum booking. Who knew I would be representing a style of wrestling I am not a master of. Yet I've beaten people recently who can make that claim. I made them tap, made them quit and I will do the same to you Brown. You might come in looking like the better guy for the job, more established submission game and all but at the end of the night it will not matter.[/font]
Kash exits the Elevator and heads down the hallway on the 5th floor. Nobody else in sight, he pushes down on the handle and enters his room. Right away he heads over to where he had put his stash. Taking his glass blown pipe from his bag he fingers the bowl and feels some still in it. He proceeds to hitting the pipe and does it a few times before setting it down. He digs back into his words, directed at his opponent.
::Jason Kash::
What will matter is that I stopped smoking weed the day before our match. During that time my habit of illegal substance will begin to hurt, I will crave my green, my precise "Yoshi" and it will begin to build on that hunger. I will replace the cravings with focus on you and nothing but you. I'm barely sleeping these days Brit and yet I'm more focused than I've been in well forever. I'm at the very peek of my career and you are just on your way in.
This isn't a competition of who has been through what or who has more in their playbooks because execution is the only thing that finds victory at the end of the night. When it comes to executing I am close to the top and I have made it a habit to get at it and take victory away from those who "appear" more qualified. This won't be us rolling around slapping on submissions, in this match with me as Champion I beat you the fuck up and when you cannot go any longer or when that break comes into your confidence I finish you off.
Billy Riley, he can't help you beat me because he teaches grown ass men into eating steel and shitting out nails...That's not tough, that's stupid. Stupidity will not help you in this match. Thinking you won't tap, thinking you will succeed? Those are just hopes that will find themselves lost as you lose all dignity and pride and you tap the mat or your hand drops unconsciously three times. Your choice. Tap or Nap. No other options..
You being English is just added glory. Once again Americans can go out and fuck up some Brits. How'd it go last time? This time will be a bit different though, same result but it will be done with me showing the world why Pro Wrestling is world wide popular in America, Canada, Mexico, and even Japan but European Wrestling? Only a few of you ever become known to this Business, where the business is actually seen anyways. Why is that? Even competitors in other sports like Michael Bisping or David Beckham come to this country and become nothing more than secondary players.
Never Champions unless someone else carries them to it and you my Booshitting chap are no different. You can only play second fiddle when I'm the other guy in the ring against you. Most have come to understand that and you will as well after you lose this match. Yeah, I'm taking you serious ya bloody arse as I do everyone NOT named Adam Young. You are as serious as a heart attack as we Americans say but when we step into that ring I want you to look me in the eyes every chance you get.
Really give me a good sight of your eyes because in those eyes I can see that very moment when you realize you've stumbled and found yourself fucked. In those eyes I will see the will begin to break and grind into a dry crust of you confidence. It's there I get true enjoyment of beating an opponent. I've seen death flow from someone's eyes and the death of your hopes and plans for the future will be just as satisfying and delightful to watch.
You want success Brit? Find it somewhere else because here is a place that isn't offering anything. I ain't sharing my spotlight with nobody when it comes to this TapOut Strap. Grits for Brits, Bubbles for Cherries, you fucking people just ramble shit and expect it to make any sense. Booshit, Booshit, Booshit...Hahaha, love the language, eww on the teeth...See a dentist people![/font]
He sits down on the edge of the bed and lays back to look up at the ceiling. The screen begins to flutter before going to the static screen that ends the promo.
It could have been his old favorite Big Man, Ted Demon Soul or maybe his now Ex-Girlfriend Hayley Hitch who had recently gotten a bit too needy as far as a relationship went and Kash kicked her to the curb. Many different ways it could have ended up but it was Johnny Brown that came out emerged as the new Top Contender for the TapOut Championship. Kash welcomed this challenge, thrived to be put into the ring with the very best that APW Asylum had to offer and as of late "True Brit" was that.
Brit Rhymes with Grit
Kash wanted to do something to get in touch with his inner British, not that he had one but he wanted to do something anyways. Get inside the mind of a Brit and he was comtemplating taking a trip to Europe but hated the people there and feared his teeth might go bad with one visit. So he watched Austin Powers, listened to Madonna albums and tried to pick up an accent to better learn his opponent's background. He googled bare knuckle brawls after hearing much of them happen in Europe but couldn't find anything of importance.
He was training his cardio will hill running or stair climbing. He knew his game plan which he had set for every match that was for his TapOut Title, something he planned to keep for a long time. That plan was to either knock some unconscious or pull and twist something until it breaks. He wasn't going to sissy yank on someone because it was business and he bled for this business. If he knocks you out, tapping is as easy as lifting your arm three times and watching it collapse onto the canvas.
Has ANYONE seen someone's arm fall for a third time? Rare..
When it comes to gaining knowledge in the submission world there is only one man Jason Kash will seek guidance from. The same man who had a hand in properly training Kash to compete at any level in this business. An old friend and partner who Kash had won his very first set of Tag Titles with. He was known as "The Hunter" by some but Kash just called him Kraven. Kraven was a very talented but unspoken Icon in this business at least to Kash and those who got to see Kraven compete and Kash had learned his "Marijuana Withdraws" finisher from Kraven so it was only common sense that Kash would go to Kraven for some submission defensive training.
::Kraven::
No! You're doing it wrong Kash! Jesus Christ, How did you ever get a Submission Based Title?
::Jason Kash::
Cuz bruv dey luv meh swagga!
::Kraven::
Why are you talking like that? Lets do this again, get it right this time or I will go a few rounds with you myself.
::Jason Kash::
Bloody 'ell bruva don't piss in ya whiskas...
Kraven gave Kash this almost ashamed nod of the head as they worked on submission escape, reversals, even techniques on rolling out of submissions. Kash felt like a kid in college trying to cram so much into one session but he planned to work this stuff throughout the week at his own pace. He spent about 5 hours working on things with Kraven and a few of Kraven's students he trained in his Gym. Kash was covered in sweat as he sucked down water from the squirt bottle he brought with him. Wiping himself off with a towel, Kash exits the cage and heads to the locker room. Kraven stops him and pats his former partner on the back.
::Kraven::
Better than I thought, not by much but still an improvement from the last time we trained together.
::Jason Kash::
Chip, Chip, Cheerio! We not 'ere to arse about bruv, we 'ere to have mad growth.
::Kraven::
Are you trying to sound British because you almost sound Jamacian. Regardless, I'm very pleased with how things turned out. You keep that belt Kash! Submission is where all of the technical came into combat.
Kash and Kraven shake hands and then Kash heads out into the back rooms which lead to the exit. He figures to hit the shower when he gets back to the Hotel. His first thought is the blunt he knows is sitting in his rental car in the parking lot. That leads him to the car parked outside without much else going on but open and closed doors. As he tosses in his small duffle bag, Kash climbs in behind the wheel. After opening the glove compartment and lighting the blunt with a book of matches also stored away for this moment, Kash rolls up the windows and turns on the AC as he starts the engine. Wasn't long before he was at his Hotel and climbing out of the car. His blunt at it's end so he flicks the cherry off and pockets the roach or beetle as he calls blunt roaches.
The lady at the desk looked good as hell, been a while since he liked the look of a blonde but she was doing it in that green Hotel Employee outfit. He decides to skip her though and head to the elevator. After pushing the button to summon the services he turns around and jolts his eyebrows over at the female behind the counter. She notices and giggles like a school girl with snickers that quickly followed. As the elevator doors open, Kash backs himself into it until his back touches the wall. The doors close after he pushes his floor number and as soon as the doors close he is looking around at his own reflections in the shinning steel walls of the elevator.
::Jason Kash::
Yeaaahhh Babbbbyyyy!! Groovey!! Hahaha...Doing an accent is fun! It really brings me at home with Britain and how fucking weird those people are! At least Canadians can express some normal behavior. The only thing you people have going for you is that street gangs aren't so quick to pull out a gun. They fight and earn their street cred with their natural skills in fighting. You either win or you have to pick yourself up which is respectable. I'm sure you've learned that very lesson being the son of a drifter and a drifter yourself.
I'm sure that scraps are something you are too fond of being with the kind of things you've experienced in life. That's fine and dandy but let's not have our tea and crumpets just yet because I have grown to appreciate submission since becoming the TapOut Champion. Yes, I know the things I said when this reign started, before it began I was scratching my head wondering why anyone would book me in a submission match.
Yet it just goes to show everyone how bright, how downright intelligent Reginald is with Asylum booking. Who knew I would be representing a style of wrestling I am not a master of. Yet I've beaten people recently who can make that claim. I made them tap, made them quit and I will do the same to you Brown. You might come in looking like the better guy for the job, more established submission game and all but at the end of the night it will not matter.[/font]
Kash exits the Elevator and heads down the hallway on the 5th floor. Nobody else in sight, he pushes down on the handle and enters his room. Right away he heads over to where he had put his stash. Taking his glass blown pipe from his bag he fingers the bowl and feels some still in it. He proceeds to hitting the pipe and does it a few times before setting it down. He digs back into his words, directed at his opponent.
::Jason Kash::
What will matter is that I stopped smoking weed the day before our match. During that time my habit of illegal substance will begin to hurt, I will crave my green, my precise "Yoshi" and it will begin to build on that hunger. I will replace the cravings with focus on you and nothing but you. I'm barely sleeping these days Brit and yet I'm more focused than I've been in well forever. I'm at the very peek of my career and you are just on your way in.
This isn't a competition of who has been through what or who has more in their playbooks because execution is the only thing that finds victory at the end of the night. When it comes to executing I am close to the top and I have made it a habit to get at it and take victory away from those who "appear" more qualified. This won't be us rolling around slapping on submissions, in this match with me as Champion I beat you the fuck up and when you cannot go any longer or when that break comes into your confidence I finish you off.
Billy Riley, he can't help you beat me because he teaches grown ass men into eating steel and shitting out nails...That's not tough, that's stupid. Stupidity will not help you in this match. Thinking you won't tap, thinking you will succeed? Those are just hopes that will find themselves lost as you lose all dignity and pride and you tap the mat or your hand drops unconsciously three times. Your choice. Tap or Nap. No other options..
You being English is just added glory. Once again Americans can go out and fuck up some Brits. How'd it go last time? This time will be a bit different though, same result but it will be done with me showing the world why Pro Wrestling is world wide popular in America, Canada, Mexico, and even Japan but European Wrestling? Only a few of you ever become known to this Business, where the business is actually seen anyways. Why is that? Even competitors in other sports like Michael Bisping or David Beckham come to this country and become nothing more than secondary players.
Never Champions unless someone else carries them to it and you my Booshitting chap are no different. You can only play second fiddle when I'm the other guy in the ring against you. Most have come to understand that and you will as well after you lose this match. Yeah, I'm taking you serious ya bloody arse as I do everyone NOT named Adam Young. You are as serious as a heart attack as we Americans say but when we step into that ring I want you to look me in the eyes every chance you get.
Really give me a good sight of your eyes because in those eyes I can see that very moment when you realize you've stumbled and found yourself fucked. In those eyes I will see the will begin to break and grind into a dry crust of you confidence. It's there I get true enjoyment of beating an opponent. I've seen death flow from someone's eyes and the death of your hopes and plans for the future will be just as satisfying and delightful to watch.
You want success Brit? Find it somewhere else because here is a place that isn't offering anything. I ain't sharing my spotlight with nobody when it comes to this TapOut Strap. Grits for Brits, Bubbles for Cherries, you fucking people just ramble shit and expect it to make any sense. Booshit, Booshit, Booshit...Hahaha, love the language, eww on the teeth...See a dentist people![/font]
He sits down on the edge of the bed and lays back to look up at the ceiling. The screen begins to flutter before going to the static screen that ends the promo.
