Post by Jason Cashe on Sept 13, 2011 23:19:54 GMT -4
Sometimes you feel like the world is against you. Sometimes everyone just doesn't want you around. You get depressed, angry, and try to find something else besides yourself to put the blame on. A dog, child, wife, husband, whichever it might be you use it to make yourself feel better or you take it out on yourself. Blaming anyone but those who are seeing you in a bad light.
Jason Kash feels like people see him and don't think much of him. Regardless of any success he has had there is always an excuse as to why it was achieved. From the beginning of his career people made excuses for losing to him. From getting over a cold to the most recent in "Shoulder Pitch" but the fact still remains that a loss was had and it wasn't Jason who received it. Excuses or not, losing happens and its when you're embarrassed by that loss that you point fingers or blame at something other than yourself. He wasn't going to do that...
Laying on a Hammock is where Jason Kash comes into view. He has some sun glasses over his eyes and a blunt resting in his hand. The background is of a beach at sun set but it's just an enormous back drop card board style. He tilts his head as the camera comes in closer and tries to act smooth as he slides his legs off the side. He spins out and and ends up on his back under the hammock but is up quickly, brushing himself off from the fake sand at his feet. He smiles and looks down at his blunt which has snapped in two and a frown comes over his face as he flings it off screen.
::Jason Kash::
Love these things...so comfortable! I was kicking back, treating myself for my victory at Asylum. Sure I lost to Johnny Brown, lost the TapOut Title but who really figured me to hold it for as long as I did? Not me, was never my world of rasslin if you know what I mean! So congratulations Brown, you've done a swell job thus far and could have a bright future. My "Marijuana Withdraws" hurts don't it? Too bad Havok came down or I'd still be disgracing the submission game. You should send him a fruit basket, he likes the fruity things and would appreciate it dearly. Heh.
Speaking of good old Havok....Now I can understand playing these back and forth attacks. I get that. However what I don't get is spitting on another human being. When I spit on someone, when I hock up a thick wad of spit and blow it at someone I mean that in the worst possible way. The type of expression would be made towards someone I am willing to slit their throats. Maybe that's just me though, you spitting on me is what beat me in that TapOut Title match. My mind, my thoughts, my focus were on that bit of spit that hit my face and nothing else. That was your sign that shit just got real between us Havok. A place I'm not sure you want to go but we're going there..
That place is as close to hell on earth that this business can reach. You represent the Hardcore in APW? Well that is about as much of a shame as me being a Submission Champion but after you and I are finished you will be experienced in true violence. Right in that moment that spit hit my face, this became over the top. So you'd better be careful Havok, keep Sally around you at all times to protect you because I'm coming for you. I might come with a Hammer and clock you in the back where you spinal cord meets your neck.
Leave you laying like Droz but backstage and unconscious. I might come with a rope of barbwire and choke you with it, hang you from the fucking Arena...Stomp your fucking opened mouth into a bottle of Moonshine and see how long it takes to fuck you up as it mixes into the gashes in your mouth and gums. This here is where blood gets shed and it's not because you cost me that Submission Title but because you left a personal insult come from your mouth. You just cashed a check your ass ain't got the money to cover.
Kash pulls a joint out from his pocket, he lights it up and takes a minute to hold in his lung full of smoke before his voice breaks out again.
::Jason Kash::
I could get into injuries like Shoulder Pinches but I'll let bitches who can't hang with real athletes go back to Overdrive where too much drama ends up in your promo time. Have your conversations, play the dumb bitch you seemingly have to be but nobody buys it anymore. People know Sally can wrestle, people have seen it so don't over exaggerate your shit because "The Experts" say you're the best because the BEST reigns in APW and as of late you've done nothing of the sort. Opinions vary but I didn't drop out of Supremecy because I was being nice. I didn't want to be on a team with Sally Talfourd, I didn't want to represent the same world she comes from because she adds filler, I keep it real and to the point. So that's all I have to say about that and her...anything else and it's just a waste of time. Oh...Rico...Extreme Elimination! Can't wait...
Kash just steps past the camera and disappears as the scene breaks down into a black screen.
Jason Kash feels like people see him and don't think much of him. Regardless of any success he has had there is always an excuse as to why it was achieved. From the beginning of his career people made excuses for losing to him. From getting over a cold to the most recent in "Shoulder Pitch" but the fact still remains that a loss was had and it wasn't Jason who received it. Excuses or not, losing happens and its when you're embarrassed by that loss that you point fingers or blame at something other than yourself. He wasn't going to do that...
Laying on a Hammock is where Jason Kash comes into view. He has some sun glasses over his eyes and a blunt resting in his hand. The background is of a beach at sun set but it's just an enormous back drop card board style. He tilts his head as the camera comes in closer and tries to act smooth as he slides his legs off the side. He spins out and and ends up on his back under the hammock but is up quickly, brushing himself off from the fake sand at his feet. He smiles and looks down at his blunt which has snapped in two and a frown comes over his face as he flings it off screen.
::Jason Kash::
Love these things...so comfortable! I was kicking back, treating myself for my victory at Asylum. Sure I lost to Johnny Brown, lost the TapOut Title but who really figured me to hold it for as long as I did? Not me, was never my world of rasslin if you know what I mean! So congratulations Brown, you've done a swell job thus far and could have a bright future. My "Marijuana Withdraws" hurts don't it? Too bad Havok came down or I'd still be disgracing the submission game. You should send him a fruit basket, he likes the fruity things and would appreciate it dearly. Heh.
Speaking of good old Havok....Now I can understand playing these back and forth attacks. I get that. However what I don't get is spitting on another human being. When I spit on someone, when I hock up a thick wad of spit and blow it at someone I mean that in the worst possible way. The type of expression would be made towards someone I am willing to slit their throats. Maybe that's just me though, you spitting on me is what beat me in that TapOut Title match. My mind, my thoughts, my focus were on that bit of spit that hit my face and nothing else. That was your sign that shit just got real between us Havok. A place I'm not sure you want to go but we're going there..
That place is as close to hell on earth that this business can reach. You represent the Hardcore in APW? Well that is about as much of a shame as me being a Submission Champion but after you and I are finished you will be experienced in true violence. Right in that moment that spit hit my face, this became over the top. So you'd better be careful Havok, keep Sally around you at all times to protect you because I'm coming for you. I might come with a Hammer and clock you in the back where you spinal cord meets your neck.
Leave you laying like Droz but backstage and unconscious. I might come with a rope of barbwire and choke you with it, hang you from the fucking Arena...Stomp your fucking opened mouth into a bottle of Moonshine and see how long it takes to fuck you up as it mixes into the gashes in your mouth and gums. This here is where blood gets shed and it's not because you cost me that Submission Title but because you left a personal insult come from your mouth. You just cashed a check your ass ain't got the money to cover.
Kash pulls a joint out from his pocket, he lights it up and takes a minute to hold in his lung full of smoke before his voice breaks out again.
::Jason Kash::
I could get into injuries like Shoulder Pinches but I'll let bitches who can't hang with real athletes go back to Overdrive where too much drama ends up in your promo time. Have your conversations, play the dumb bitch you seemingly have to be but nobody buys it anymore. People know Sally can wrestle, people have seen it so don't over exaggerate your shit because "The Experts" say you're the best because the BEST reigns in APW and as of late you've done nothing of the sort. Opinions vary but I didn't drop out of Supremecy because I was being nice. I didn't want to be on a team with Sally Talfourd, I didn't want to represent the same world she comes from because she adds filler, I keep it real and to the point. So that's all I have to say about that and her...anything else and it's just a waste of time. Oh...Rico...Extreme Elimination! Can't wait...
Kash just steps past the camera and disappears as the scene breaks down into a black screen.
