Post by Jason Cashe on Sept 6, 2011 21:55:51 GMT -4
Standing at a mirror in what appears to be a rather large bathroom is where you see Jason Kash's reflection. His lower face is covered in shaving cream and he has a cheap plastic disposable razor. His eyes staring back at his own self he takes to making the first shave. His voice breaks the silence of the room as he works on his morning shave. No shirt on his upper half and the top of a towel wrapped around what waist you can see in the wide mirror.
::Jason Kash::
The one Championship that I would gladly replace with my TapOut Championship is of course the APW World Heavyweight Title. Who wouldn't take the top spot if given that chance? Who wouldn't compete? So it's not a surprise that my time preparing for the upcoming Asylum has me thinking about more than just "True Bitch". These big matches are no joke, multiple people inside the ring and to add First Blood Elimination to the mix? That makes it a huge match, that makes it something proud to be apart of. So expect me, expect me like you expect death at the end of a life cycle because there is blood being shed and I have made a career off doing that, making people bleed. Ask Knoxville what happened when I was last in the world of Extreme Wrestling. What happened when the bell went ding. This is my return to true violence.
This match was made with me in mind, I'm the next guy to step through the cloud of smoke at the top of the mountain. Rico Casteel STILL mentions my name as people he's beaten because it was that close. Because he, the current World Champion gives me that respect. Who else gets that? Not Johnny Brown or Tommy Knoxville that's for sure and they wouldn't get that because it's not deserved. Knoxville, you are washed up man. You were only something special when Demon and I gave you some of our spotlight, since then you've relapsed and failed at life. This latest attempt seems a bit more real but it's day to day with you. Today you're pumped, tomorrow your back on that relapsing trail of scum. You give weed users a bad name. I spit on your whole existance and that's real.
I could go blue in the face before I stopped having something to say about Johnny Brown. I cannot fucking WAIT to step in the ring with him, to make him tap, to punish him like a chump should be punished. That's what you are Brown, you're a Chump and won't make Champ off my name. Why? Because I'm fucking not going to allow it. I'm stepping up and when I've stepped up, people like you, small little over the pond peons get stepped on. So in this big match for a chance at the Highest Prize on Asylum and in APW in my eyes? I can understand how you might come in angry you got submitted earlier so I expect you to head hunt in this match. I'm ready for it and not too worried because you aren't the best guy I've faced in the ring and I've beaten better so excuse me if I come off as being too confident but confident comes two ways. With experience and in denial and I'm the experienced one between us Brown, what does that make your Confidence?[/font]
He takes a towel and wipes away the right side of his face which in the mirror might be his left side. He grins as he reaches down and pulls up a joint that he takes a few puffs off of and then places back down into the ash tray. You can see the smoke slowly floating in the open space nearby. He goes back to shaving after blowing out the smoke in his lungs. His words follow soon after.
::Jason Kash::
Chris Cyrus. Nothing against you man, I get your approach. We are actually alot alike in some ways. You are a Suicidal Champion who is almost Anti-Hardcore and I am a TapOut Champion without having much experience in Submissions. You stand up being original to who you are, you don't just grab a chair and use it because it's what is being done by the masses. I'd rather make someone pass out than tap out but like at Shockwave, you can't always have what you want.
You were forced into that crazy and wild match with Gambler which seen violence and weapons and stipulations OH MY! And yet you were the one who came out the victor because you used the skills that you have proved are among the best on this show. With that said I had hoped our first meeting would be one on one. I had hoped to trade shots, go move for move with a man who can appreciate someone else who adapts to every situation. You like me are like that. You step into a ring and grapple with a Technician or you will Brawl with a Brawler.
We might have been friends in another lifetime but as of right now, you are just another person trying to step into a position on this roster that I wouldn't mind having. So for this match at least you are in my way, you are the wall that I must break down with my wrecking ball and move past. We can hit up Twitter like "True Bitch" and complain and show our confidence in our skills, make one liners about this or that but in the end it is what actually goes down inside that ring that will be what matters. I'm willing to end careers if it means you will bleed a single drop. I'm willing to ruin families and put people on life support if it means I walk out of that match and you don't. Do you have that will Cyrus? Most people would say they do but I've done it and I hope it doesn't come to that but if it does be ready because it might just be your last match...
Mike Morrison and Manhattan White. I'd spend time going over what Game Plan I had for you or how you both are like The Riddler and Another Dumb Jersey Moron with a New York Name. HOWEVER and maybe APW officials wouldn't want people outright telling people this but what do I care? Thing is with both of you is that neither of you are anything more than filler. Morrison, have you even WON a match? Sorry, I see you coming out and I get the urge to hit the refrigerator or the bathroom.
From what I hear I'm not missing much so to even waste breath over either of you is like bragging about being #20 on The APW Most Wanted list...Means shit to those at the top and you are forever overlooked. In your cases though you'll never see the Top 20 so don't worry, I'll remember the little people when I go on and beat Rico Casteel and raise up the World Heavyweight Championship. Morrison can carry my bags while Manhattan drives my car. Living the good life boys and I don't even have to be rich like Pence to do it. Your welcome for the attention...[/font]
Done with his other cheek, Kash wipes it off. He decides to keep his goatee, test it out for a trial run. He works on shaping it up a bit but pauses and hits the joint again. After exhaling he speaks out once again.
::Jason Kash::
"Super Sonic"! What a iconic song that will always be remembered but just as easily forgotten. Much like Branden Harvey's recent shot at the World Heavyweight Title. What happened Harvey? The biggest underdog in APW history, getting a shot at the big top chair in the company and you fall through like a fat man trying to do roof work. We've had our differences Harvey, there was even a time when I thought you'd be my next great Rival much like you could have been with Knuckles before his bitch ass stepped away from the ring to cook. In our few matches Harvey I've shown you the way things go when the pressure is at my back. In our Caged Ladder Match you had me beat a few times but I came back, I capitalized on little mistakes you made and came out the winner. You won a Tag Match where Borderland wasn't my partner and I was half way out the APW door. Congratulations! Congrats because now you once again get a chance to become the Top Contender for Rico Casteel and you get another chance to step in and see me inside the ring.
See in truth you and Knuckles were a great match up, you both came in at about the same level of mental state. You both liked to joke around and wear women's clothing but see against me, stacked up with "Influence" you come up a bit short on the straw drawing boy. We could have had a nice rivalry but hell I've had a nice rivalry with Knuckles even though I kicked HIS ass for an entire year. It didn't make him at my level but it was a piece of a shit that for 12 months I couldn't completely flush. You too could have been that Harvey but in this match all bets are off...Blood is Gold and Gold is the Top of the Ladder where someone like you doesn't really belong. Think of it this way Harvey, in one hand you have Jason Kash and in the other you can put any of the names in this match and the level of talent, experience, determination are not even comparable. In the end I want it most, I thrive for it the hardest. Come Portland, Oregon...I'm taking it.
Now....I saved him for last because well he's my partner. Shane Borderland, SHANE-O! You and I have talked about this plenty a times. What would happen, how would it play out? Now most would assume we'd work together and maybe we will during this match. Maybe we will eliminate everyone else in the match with ease but then it will be just you and I. Now I wouldn't ask you to eliminate yourself for my advancement and you wouldn't ask me. There is no leader among Organized Violence, this isn't the Texas Mafia...Haha...In this alliance there is only equal weight being carried. I do my part and you do yours and when this match begins this alliance is non-existent. Organized Violence can share the victory with either of us winning it but it will be us as individuals who make this victory. I don't want your help nor do I need it.
This is my world, the world of violence and my hunger doesn't have friendships. If I see you bent over taking a breath, expect a knee lifted into your face because your blood like anyone else in this match means my victory and in this match it's solo. You can call me the Solo Don because in this match I'm not fighting for Organized Violence, I'm fighting for myself. We can be friends after but during this match, this entire week we are two separate people looking for success in the same match. I hope you can understand that my friend...I hope ripping your face Wide Fucking Open won't ruin this friendship but if that's what it takes to win...then it's something that will just have to be. Ohh, I just nicked myself! Good thing the match hadn't yet started right? Haha...[/font]
He wipes off everything and leans forward to wash his face off. Standing up again he is suddenly wearing a shit and smiles at his reflection like time hadn't passed. He turns around and grabs a duffle bag showing he is heading out to hit the gyms. Putting alot of time into his preparations for success...The screen breaks down and begins to static up until the entire screen is static and the scene ends.
::Jason Kash::
The one Championship that I would gladly replace with my TapOut Championship is of course the APW World Heavyweight Title. Who wouldn't take the top spot if given that chance? Who wouldn't compete? So it's not a surprise that my time preparing for the upcoming Asylum has me thinking about more than just "True Bitch". These big matches are no joke, multiple people inside the ring and to add First Blood Elimination to the mix? That makes it a huge match, that makes it something proud to be apart of. So expect me, expect me like you expect death at the end of a life cycle because there is blood being shed and I have made a career off doing that, making people bleed. Ask Knoxville what happened when I was last in the world of Extreme Wrestling. What happened when the bell went ding. This is my return to true violence.
This match was made with me in mind, I'm the next guy to step through the cloud of smoke at the top of the mountain. Rico Casteel STILL mentions my name as people he's beaten because it was that close. Because he, the current World Champion gives me that respect. Who else gets that? Not Johnny Brown or Tommy Knoxville that's for sure and they wouldn't get that because it's not deserved. Knoxville, you are washed up man. You were only something special when Demon and I gave you some of our spotlight, since then you've relapsed and failed at life. This latest attempt seems a bit more real but it's day to day with you. Today you're pumped, tomorrow your back on that relapsing trail of scum. You give weed users a bad name. I spit on your whole existance and that's real.
I could go blue in the face before I stopped having something to say about Johnny Brown. I cannot fucking WAIT to step in the ring with him, to make him tap, to punish him like a chump should be punished. That's what you are Brown, you're a Chump and won't make Champ off my name. Why? Because I'm fucking not going to allow it. I'm stepping up and when I've stepped up, people like you, small little over the pond peons get stepped on. So in this big match for a chance at the Highest Prize on Asylum and in APW in my eyes? I can understand how you might come in angry you got submitted earlier so I expect you to head hunt in this match. I'm ready for it and not too worried because you aren't the best guy I've faced in the ring and I've beaten better so excuse me if I come off as being too confident but confident comes two ways. With experience and in denial and I'm the experienced one between us Brown, what does that make your Confidence?[/font]
He takes a towel and wipes away the right side of his face which in the mirror might be his left side. He grins as he reaches down and pulls up a joint that he takes a few puffs off of and then places back down into the ash tray. You can see the smoke slowly floating in the open space nearby. He goes back to shaving after blowing out the smoke in his lungs. His words follow soon after.
::Jason Kash::
Chris Cyrus. Nothing against you man, I get your approach. We are actually alot alike in some ways. You are a Suicidal Champion who is almost Anti-Hardcore and I am a TapOut Champion without having much experience in Submissions. You stand up being original to who you are, you don't just grab a chair and use it because it's what is being done by the masses. I'd rather make someone pass out than tap out but like at Shockwave, you can't always have what you want.
You were forced into that crazy and wild match with Gambler which seen violence and weapons and stipulations OH MY! And yet you were the one who came out the victor because you used the skills that you have proved are among the best on this show. With that said I had hoped our first meeting would be one on one. I had hoped to trade shots, go move for move with a man who can appreciate someone else who adapts to every situation. You like me are like that. You step into a ring and grapple with a Technician or you will Brawl with a Brawler.
We might have been friends in another lifetime but as of right now, you are just another person trying to step into a position on this roster that I wouldn't mind having. So for this match at least you are in my way, you are the wall that I must break down with my wrecking ball and move past. We can hit up Twitter like "True Bitch" and complain and show our confidence in our skills, make one liners about this or that but in the end it is what actually goes down inside that ring that will be what matters. I'm willing to end careers if it means you will bleed a single drop. I'm willing to ruin families and put people on life support if it means I walk out of that match and you don't. Do you have that will Cyrus? Most people would say they do but I've done it and I hope it doesn't come to that but if it does be ready because it might just be your last match...
Mike Morrison and Manhattan White. I'd spend time going over what Game Plan I had for you or how you both are like The Riddler and Another Dumb Jersey Moron with a New York Name. HOWEVER and maybe APW officials wouldn't want people outright telling people this but what do I care? Thing is with both of you is that neither of you are anything more than filler. Morrison, have you even WON a match? Sorry, I see you coming out and I get the urge to hit the refrigerator or the bathroom.
From what I hear I'm not missing much so to even waste breath over either of you is like bragging about being #20 on The APW Most Wanted list...Means shit to those at the top and you are forever overlooked. In your cases though you'll never see the Top 20 so don't worry, I'll remember the little people when I go on and beat Rico Casteel and raise up the World Heavyweight Championship. Morrison can carry my bags while Manhattan drives my car. Living the good life boys and I don't even have to be rich like Pence to do it. Your welcome for the attention...[/font]
Done with his other cheek, Kash wipes it off. He decides to keep his goatee, test it out for a trial run. He works on shaping it up a bit but pauses and hits the joint again. After exhaling he speaks out once again.
::Jason Kash::
"Super Sonic"! What a iconic song that will always be remembered but just as easily forgotten. Much like Branden Harvey's recent shot at the World Heavyweight Title. What happened Harvey? The biggest underdog in APW history, getting a shot at the big top chair in the company and you fall through like a fat man trying to do roof work. We've had our differences Harvey, there was even a time when I thought you'd be my next great Rival much like you could have been with Knuckles before his bitch ass stepped away from the ring to cook. In our few matches Harvey I've shown you the way things go when the pressure is at my back. In our Caged Ladder Match you had me beat a few times but I came back, I capitalized on little mistakes you made and came out the winner. You won a Tag Match where Borderland wasn't my partner and I was half way out the APW door. Congratulations! Congrats because now you once again get a chance to become the Top Contender for Rico Casteel and you get another chance to step in and see me inside the ring.
See in truth you and Knuckles were a great match up, you both came in at about the same level of mental state. You both liked to joke around and wear women's clothing but see against me, stacked up with "Influence" you come up a bit short on the straw drawing boy. We could have had a nice rivalry but hell I've had a nice rivalry with Knuckles even though I kicked HIS ass for an entire year. It didn't make him at my level but it was a piece of a shit that for 12 months I couldn't completely flush. You too could have been that Harvey but in this match all bets are off...Blood is Gold and Gold is the Top of the Ladder where someone like you doesn't really belong. Think of it this way Harvey, in one hand you have Jason Kash and in the other you can put any of the names in this match and the level of talent, experience, determination are not even comparable. In the end I want it most, I thrive for it the hardest. Come Portland, Oregon...I'm taking it.
Now....I saved him for last because well he's my partner. Shane Borderland, SHANE-O! You and I have talked about this plenty a times. What would happen, how would it play out? Now most would assume we'd work together and maybe we will during this match. Maybe we will eliminate everyone else in the match with ease but then it will be just you and I. Now I wouldn't ask you to eliminate yourself for my advancement and you wouldn't ask me. There is no leader among Organized Violence, this isn't the Texas Mafia...Haha...In this alliance there is only equal weight being carried. I do my part and you do yours and when this match begins this alliance is non-existent. Organized Violence can share the victory with either of us winning it but it will be us as individuals who make this victory. I don't want your help nor do I need it.
This is my world, the world of violence and my hunger doesn't have friendships. If I see you bent over taking a breath, expect a knee lifted into your face because your blood like anyone else in this match means my victory and in this match it's solo. You can call me the Solo Don because in this match I'm not fighting for Organized Violence, I'm fighting for myself. We can be friends after but during this match, this entire week we are two separate people looking for success in the same match. I hope you can understand that my friend...I hope ripping your face Wide Fucking Open won't ruin this friendship but if that's what it takes to win...then it's something that will just have to be. Ohh, I just nicked myself! Good thing the match hadn't yet started right? Haha...[/font]
He wipes off everything and leans forward to wash his face off. Standing up again he is suddenly wearing a shit and smiles at his reflection like time hadn't passed. He turns around and grabs a duffle bag showing he is heading out to hit the gyms. Putting alot of time into his preparations for success...The screen breaks down and begins to static up until the entire screen is static and the scene ends.
