Post by Jason Cashe on Sept 30, 2011 19:41:37 GMT -4
After leaving Overdrive Jason Kash felt like he had a weight lifted from his shoulders. Big Heavy was no longer a traitor amongst the ranks of Organized Violence. Filming someone's training sessions is just a no go deal in any form of partnership. Even if the big man's excuse was to learn from them, study them for guidance, Kash never once seen Big Heavy as a prospect for Wrestling. Kash sat on a flight heading towards Moscow where the next Overdrive was being held.
He had some unfinished business with Red Shield Mafia and wanted to take care of it before the Tag Title match at One Night in Hell. The flight had been smooth, he had snoozed for a few hours which is hard for him to do. He doesn't sleep very often unless it comes from exhaustion or a marijuana coma which comes after the munchies. This was neither case, he had just been bored and fell asleep. He woke to a loud cough from another passenger sitting on the other side of the plane. He opens his eyes and yawns before stretching up and looking around at everyone. That was when he first noticed he was being watched..
::Jason Kash::[/u]
What the fuck?[/color]
The person who coughed was a rather big man and looked a lot like Big Heavy. Kash laughed thinking how much they looked alike and then it donned on him. The only difference in this guy was the massive amount of bandaging he has over his right eyebrow. Kash almost laid his head back down but then remembered it was the right eyebrow that he had beaten open on Big Heavy. Why was he on this plane? Was he following Kash? Of course he was, Kash fucked him up on Overdrive and left him a bloody mess. The last thing Kash wanted was to be shot by some Marshal or whatever Russia had to control people on planes. He didn't want to brawl with a 300 some odd pound man who has revenge on the mind.
Not in a plane 17 thousand or so feet in the air. He envisioned Big Heavy rushing down the aisle, brushing past the shoulder of every seat and people's shoulders as he cuts through the aisle way. Kash dives into a few people's lap to move out of Heavy's path and then his envision brings some scary humor to things when Big Heavy slams into the walling of the plane and the plane tilts and does a full spin because of the weight of Big Heavy. Kash lets out a laugh thinking about it but his hands are gripping the hand arms of his seat due to those same thoughts. He looks over and Big Heavy is still staring...
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Well it's time to earn part credit for the Mile High Club![/color]
He grabs a few dirty magazines that he brought to "read" during the flight. Along with a CWC Magazine that covers multiple promotions and he enjoys the read during boring ass flights. He leaves the CWC Magazine and heads to the bathroom down the aisle way. He enters, turns around and smiles as he shuts the bathroom door and remains locked in there for a good 15-20 minutes. As he comes out he lets out a long "Ahhh" like he just had a freshening shower or good night sleep. He stops at the beginning of the aisle and stares directly at Big Heavy.
He grins and walks past his seat, tosses the magazines and walks all the way around to the aisle where Big Heavy is sitting. Kash steps over Big Heavy's legs, the big man moving them to allow Kash to sit next to him. Fat folks his size must purchase two seats on most flights to be any kind of comfortable, Kash buys two so he doesn't have to share space to a stranger that close. Not unless he can pick the stranger! So far though Kash is surprised at how calm Big Heavy has remained upon him sitting down.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
How's the eye? Did I do permanent damage?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Nah Boss, you ain't done no permanent damage but it hurt a whole lot..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
So you looking to have your revenge? Want to bust me up some Big?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Is'a Pig Pussy Pork? Hell yah I wanted revenge! I wanted to split you like a chicken with his head cut off. I ain't did nothing wrong by you. I was tryin to learn from you an ain't wanna ask for no help. I use'ta be the Danger House Rasslin Champion 'member? You done trained me then, I wanted to keep learnin from ya is all...[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
And now?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
I was tired Boss, real tired of bein juss the big ol' dumb security! I wanna rassle! I wanna put my name out there and compete like you. No bullshittin, just tater fries and frog legs! So it don't matter the beatin you done gave me I'ma watch your back. You showed me how to see loyalty in folks where ain't nobody showed me any before. Shane ain't just left you behind Boss...[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Wait so you were gonna watch my back regardless of the shit I did to you on Overdrive? Just because I gave you a job and kept you around after DHW? Hmmmm...[/color]
Kash lifted the window cover and watched the clouds cut over and under the wing of the plane. His mind putting different thoughts together. With everything going on in his career right now, it's hard to know who is going to be there and can be trusted. If Borderland DOESN'T show up then he doesn't have a partner. Big Heavy would take it but his recent injury would for sure prevent that as Kash looks at the bandages covering his right eyebrow and most of his eye. His shit has swollen up big as fuck and Kash laughed, he couldn't help it. Remembering the way he kept coming down with that Rough Kut Hall of Fame Award...
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Big Heavy, this is just stupid. Plain and simple. Folks done seen that as of late "Partners" and me aren't working too well. So you'd put me on the same team with buster ass dude's like Manhattan White and Mike "Looney Toon" Morrison? Okay fine but trust that shit not gonna go down nicely. They ain't my partners and in this match I'm not concerned with them or even winning this match. I'm looking across the ring at one man and it's not Knoxville...As much as he'd love for me to give him attention I just don't find myself caring about wasted space like Knoxville. It's only a matter of time before he falls flat on his pill popping cocksucker and that's the Nasty Truth!
It won't be Sally either I'm putting my Marijuana Hungry Eyes on, she can't even keep Havok entertained enough not to partner up with someone else. Actually your gay friend and Pence look good together, cute couple! Now if they'd both come out the closet..The thing is Sally, you are no longer a consideration for becoming a World Heavyweight Champion. Not on Asylum anyway, you might see it as being "limited" but here on Asylum we take out the bullshit, we displace the personal story and we give into the violent nature of what we came from, where we've come from as Asylum members. We share that history from IWC to now and regardless you will never be apart of that history. Not as a winner or a Champion and it's because you are simple. The typical "Hey Look at Me" Female. You go out, drink and can't remember what happened the next morning and guys like you because of that. You're nothing but an easy lay and a disappointing addition to Asylum. Kate Horton? Yeah, you've earned your place..
I'm not coming into this 6-Man Match to compete, I'm coming to hurt someone and that someone can really be anyone in that ring. I am going to be seeing visions of what is to come at One Night in Hell and I might turn around and attack White and Morrison because I do not care about this match. It has little meaning to me, has little to do with the things that will go down inside the Chamber. There will be no partners, no alliances, there will be blood and punishment and this match? This match is just the preview of what is to come. I want to smell the blood of a fallen victim and it doesn't matter who that victim becomes, I WILL put my hands on Rico Casteel, I WILL let him see it in my eyes that I'm not anything but serious now.
We can go back and forth, attack for attack but what will be remembered is who walks out of One Night in Hell as the APW Heavyweight Champion. You and I are clearly the two people everyone has their eyes on going into this match and we've given them a reason to watch because we've put our staple into all the promotion of it. The build up, the humorous tension, and even the attacks we've laid onto each other. I have enemies and hardly any friends but Rico Casteel the only person who is rooting for you is you. Maybe your manager and the human version of Foghorn Leghorn is rooting for you but I say, I say what the fuck does that matter? It means we've both got no fans to lose here, we've got nothing but space between us and if you want to finish this job then you've got an invitation to step up and take the position. Havok might be turned on by that way of putting it but the meaning regardless is heard and felt...
I want to apologize, no matter of fact I don't apologize at all to my "partners" for this match. Manhattan White and Mike Morrison. I don't give two shits about winning or losing this match! It has no meaning to me but I can understand that you both want to make a name for yourselves and a win over Sally, Casteel, and Knoxville would be huge for you but if I was invested in this match it'd be me winning it. You'd be just playing an extra like in a movie. So please ahead of time know this isn't going to be a matter of 3 people fighting 3 others because I am here to destroy, to show everyone watching live and at home that the Food Network is Violence. We cook animal meat and serve up ass whoopings on a regular basis and if that ass whooping includes either one of you then you shouldn't have gotten in my way. I'm going to fuck folks up like Chen Kenichi on the Iron Chef. You might as well stay home...As far as friends go, partners are concerned...I might actually have one here in Big Heavy. Maybe I was wrong...Maybe he does have a future...[/color]
Kash lays his head back and closes his eyes. Switching seats might not be welcomed by Flight Attendance but with the big man next to him, he doubted anyone would say something to him. The scene fades to black.
He had some unfinished business with Red Shield Mafia and wanted to take care of it before the Tag Title match at One Night in Hell. The flight had been smooth, he had snoozed for a few hours which is hard for him to do. He doesn't sleep very often unless it comes from exhaustion or a marijuana coma which comes after the munchies. This was neither case, he had just been bored and fell asleep. He woke to a loud cough from another passenger sitting on the other side of the plane. He opens his eyes and yawns before stretching up and looking around at everyone. That was when he first noticed he was being watched..
::Jason Kash::[/u]
What the fuck?[/color]
The person who coughed was a rather big man and looked a lot like Big Heavy. Kash laughed thinking how much they looked alike and then it donned on him. The only difference in this guy was the massive amount of bandaging he has over his right eyebrow. Kash almost laid his head back down but then remembered it was the right eyebrow that he had beaten open on Big Heavy. Why was he on this plane? Was he following Kash? Of course he was, Kash fucked him up on Overdrive and left him a bloody mess. The last thing Kash wanted was to be shot by some Marshal or whatever Russia had to control people on planes. He didn't want to brawl with a 300 some odd pound man who has revenge on the mind.
Not in a plane 17 thousand or so feet in the air. He envisioned Big Heavy rushing down the aisle, brushing past the shoulder of every seat and people's shoulders as he cuts through the aisle way. Kash dives into a few people's lap to move out of Heavy's path and then his envision brings some scary humor to things when Big Heavy slams into the walling of the plane and the plane tilts and does a full spin because of the weight of Big Heavy. Kash lets out a laugh thinking about it but his hands are gripping the hand arms of his seat due to those same thoughts. He looks over and Big Heavy is still staring...
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Well it's time to earn part credit for the Mile High Club![/color]
He grabs a few dirty magazines that he brought to "read" during the flight. Along with a CWC Magazine that covers multiple promotions and he enjoys the read during boring ass flights. He leaves the CWC Magazine and heads to the bathroom down the aisle way. He enters, turns around and smiles as he shuts the bathroom door and remains locked in there for a good 15-20 minutes. As he comes out he lets out a long "Ahhh" like he just had a freshening shower or good night sleep. He stops at the beginning of the aisle and stares directly at Big Heavy.
He grins and walks past his seat, tosses the magazines and walks all the way around to the aisle where Big Heavy is sitting. Kash steps over Big Heavy's legs, the big man moving them to allow Kash to sit next to him. Fat folks his size must purchase two seats on most flights to be any kind of comfortable, Kash buys two so he doesn't have to share space to a stranger that close. Not unless he can pick the stranger! So far though Kash is surprised at how calm Big Heavy has remained upon him sitting down.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
How's the eye? Did I do permanent damage?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Nah Boss, you ain't done no permanent damage but it hurt a whole lot..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
So you looking to have your revenge? Want to bust me up some Big?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Is'a Pig Pussy Pork? Hell yah I wanted revenge! I wanted to split you like a chicken with his head cut off. I ain't did nothing wrong by you. I was tryin to learn from you an ain't wanna ask for no help. I use'ta be the Danger House Rasslin Champion 'member? You done trained me then, I wanted to keep learnin from ya is all...[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
And now?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
I was tired Boss, real tired of bein juss the big ol' dumb security! I wanna rassle! I wanna put my name out there and compete like you. No bullshittin, just tater fries and frog legs! So it don't matter the beatin you done gave me I'ma watch your back. You showed me how to see loyalty in folks where ain't nobody showed me any before. Shane ain't just left you behind Boss...[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Wait so you were gonna watch my back regardless of the shit I did to you on Overdrive? Just because I gave you a job and kept you around after DHW? Hmmmm...[/color]
Kash lifted the window cover and watched the clouds cut over and under the wing of the plane. His mind putting different thoughts together. With everything going on in his career right now, it's hard to know who is going to be there and can be trusted. If Borderland DOESN'T show up then he doesn't have a partner. Big Heavy would take it but his recent injury would for sure prevent that as Kash looks at the bandages covering his right eyebrow and most of his eye. His shit has swollen up big as fuck and Kash laughed, he couldn't help it. Remembering the way he kept coming down with that Rough Kut Hall of Fame Award...
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Big Heavy, this is just stupid. Plain and simple. Folks done seen that as of late "Partners" and me aren't working too well. So you'd put me on the same team with buster ass dude's like Manhattan White and Mike "Looney Toon" Morrison? Okay fine but trust that shit not gonna go down nicely. They ain't my partners and in this match I'm not concerned with them or even winning this match. I'm looking across the ring at one man and it's not Knoxville...As much as he'd love for me to give him attention I just don't find myself caring about wasted space like Knoxville. It's only a matter of time before he falls flat on his pill popping cocksucker and that's the Nasty Truth!
It won't be Sally either I'm putting my Marijuana Hungry Eyes on, she can't even keep Havok entertained enough not to partner up with someone else. Actually your gay friend and Pence look good together, cute couple! Now if they'd both come out the closet..The thing is Sally, you are no longer a consideration for becoming a World Heavyweight Champion. Not on Asylum anyway, you might see it as being "limited" but here on Asylum we take out the bullshit, we displace the personal story and we give into the violent nature of what we came from, where we've come from as Asylum members. We share that history from IWC to now and regardless you will never be apart of that history. Not as a winner or a Champion and it's because you are simple. The typical "Hey Look at Me" Female. You go out, drink and can't remember what happened the next morning and guys like you because of that. You're nothing but an easy lay and a disappointing addition to Asylum. Kate Horton? Yeah, you've earned your place..
I'm not coming into this 6-Man Match to compete, I'm coming to hurt someone and that someone can really be anyone in that ring. I am going to be seeing visions of what is to come at One Night in Hell and I might turn around and attack White and Morrison because I do not care about this match. It has little meaning to me, has little to do with the things that will go down inside the Chamber. There will be no partners, no alliances, there will be blood and punishment and this match? This match is just the preview of what is to come. I want to smell the blood of a fallen victim and it doesn't matter who that victim becomes, I WILL put my hands on Rico Casteel, I WILL let him see it in my eyes that I'm not anything but serious now.
We can go back and forth, attack for attack but what will be remembered is who walks out of One Night in Hell as the APW Heavyweight Champion. You and I are clearly the two people everyone has their eyes on going into this match and we've given them a reason to watch because we've put our staple into all the promotion of it. The build up, the humorous tension, and even the attacks we've laid onto each other. I have enemies and hardly any friends but Rico Casteel the only person who is rooting for you is you. Maybe your manager and the human version of Foghorn Leghorn is rooting for you but I say, I say what the fuck does that matter? It means we've both got no fans to lose here, we've got nothing but space between us and if you want to finish this job then you've got an invitation to step up and take the position. Havok might be turned on by that way of putting it but the meaning regardless is heard and felt...
I want to apologize, no matter of fact I don't apologize at all to my "partners" for this match. Manhattan White and Mike Morrison. I don't give two shits about winning or losing this match! It has no meaning to me but I can understand that you both want to make a name for yourselves and a win over Sally, Casteel, and Knoxville would be huge for you but if I was invested in this match it'd be me winning it. You'd be just playing an extra like in a movie. So please ahead of time know this isn't going to be a matter of 3 people fighting 3 others because I am here to destroy, to show everyone watching live and at home that the Food Network is Violence. We cook animal meat and serve up ass whoopings on a regular basis and if that ass whooping includes either one of you then you shouldn't have gotten in my way. I'm going to fuck folks up like Chen Kenichi on the Iron Chef. You might as well stay home...As far as friends go, partners are concerned...I might actually have one here in Big Heavy. Maybe I was wrong...Maybe he does have a future...[/color]
Kash lays his head back and closes his eyes. Switching seats might not be welcomed by Flight Attendance but with the big man next to him, he doubted anyone would say something to him. The scene fades to black.
