Post by Jason Cashe on Oct 10, 2011 12:44:29 GMT -4
With Big Heavy being in negotiations with Action Packed most would automatically assume he was the guy to take Borderland's place in the big Tag Match. Nothing has been determined but anything could happen in this business so it's never out of the question. Being in Hong Kong was great, Kash hadn't figured these "Knees" folk would even like him but the girls been chasing him like currency since his arrival. He loves how they pronounce his name even "Jay-Sun Kaysh" which when he hears it has him giggling like a kid.
The weed was decent but the weed wasn't what he was here for. He was here to defend and become and that was the plan as Big Heavy's silhouette comes out of the shadows as the lights slowly brighten up the entire room. Big Heavy has both APW Tag Titles on his shoulders, one on each side of his head. His big beefy hands holding the side to keep both belts in place. Jason Kash comes into view and walks past Big Heavy. Kash sits down at a desk and opens a folder with "APW" written on it's cover, he opens the folder to show a Wrestling Contract.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
You REALLY want this Big?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
My Daddy done told me at a young age that folks is always wantin' somethin' diffrrent all the time. I ain't too much want nothing but money for some easy cheese. I need this, I deserve a shot at this thang here. Where I gotta sign?[/color]
Kash looks up at Big Heavy and thinks for a moment at how much a guy with his strength could help him prepare for the stronger opponents. Training wouldn't do anything but give him more time to training and make his game more crisp. He turns to the desk and flips a few pages, having already gone over the contract with his own lawyers to make it binding. Kash tosses the pen onto the contract and shoves it out away from him and nods at Big Heavy. The big man leans over and grabs the pen off the table and it disappears in his hand. He signs the contract and then the pen reappears.
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Why dis contract in Japo-nese Boss?[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
You a big motherfucker! APW ain't no joke man, this big leagues. If you sign with a company in another Country, the contract has to be in the Native Language, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!! I know basic Japanese so I know where to sign, you're good! Trust me..[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
I knew you was a good feller Boss! I juss' knew it in my blood! I got this thang man! So is one of THESE thangs mine now, am I replacin' Borderlan..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
No, that punk ass is ain't no Champion, I made him a Champion...And no, you ain't getting a Tag Belt big boy. You ain't debuting in a Title defense, I have no doubts you would wipe the floor with Red Shield but them boys bout to get a handful by myself alone. I'm the one defending them because I'm the one that earned them and stayed earning. I got this man. Stay out of this match..Period...I won't teach you a leg drop or even an eye rake if you come down and do something. Let me talk an ass whoopin or earn my Reign. I'm not losing this match...[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Let me put Mannie in a Bearhug and turn him into a can of easy cheese..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Easy Cheese? Man why you addicted to Spray Cheese? You need a Man's Addiction, like Marijuana! That'll put hairs on ya whiska parts as Johnny Brit would probably say. Actually that makes more sense than Brown does most the time..Regardless..give me my belts.[/color]
Kash gets up and grabs one of the two belts and wraps it around his waist, locking it in. He then grabs the other belt and places it nicely over his shoulder before turning around to the camera. He pulls the camera up and slaps the Tag Belt on his shoulder as words begin to flow from his mouth.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Young Mannie and JR Kingston! Red Shield Mafia or at least the two members of the group that have YET to win a Championship under the APW Banner. Am I suppose to be worried about this match? I guess so because after all my partner, Shane Borderland has all but vanished from the face of the earth and I'm all alone. I have a Extreme Elimination Chamber to think about and so maybe my focus isn't completely on defending the Tag Straps. HOWEVER...That in no way means I'm not going to be defending them.
See I'm all for going into this match and beating both of you without a partner because in the what YEAR you've been in this company you've fallen short of becoming anything more than jokes that people never mention when talking about dominant groups. Have either of you broke through the top 10 on the APW Rankings? How about CWC Rankings? No, neither? Well then what is there to fear about any which one of you? Please, give me a reason to fear what people already see as half rated talent.
You guys lost to Texas Mafia after all didn't you? Hell, Organized Violence has already beaten you AND another Tag Team to gain the Tag Titles to begin with and now you think you can hang all of a sudden? Now you think the tides have changed, the water has turned to wine and because you "Want This Shit Forever" you must be ready to become APW Tag Team Champions. Well I've got a little NEWS FLASH for you both, you're not ready and won't be ready as long as the straps are around MY waist. Fuck Shane Borderland, he's a punk who couldn't stand the test of time but I've been here putting in my work, laying down my trade and doing it with more success than either of you have even come close to touching. Valentine has been a Champion but as of late where has he even been? You're careers unless moved to some low budget company outside of APW will be second rate and that gets proven here...[/color]
Scene Two: "5 Dollah"
(Yippie, I'm doing Scenes! Shoot me now...)
Sitting indian style (Very sloppy form) at a table not even 12 inches off the ground, Jason Kash is having hot tea with some Japanese people. An elderly man sitting at the end of the table and a female who is bringing different dishes of food and more Hot Tea into the room. Big Heavy standing in the corner of the very small spaced room and he has his head bent over cause of the lower ceiling. Kash takes a sip from a tiny little cup of steaming tea. He sets it down on the table and drops a few sugar cubes in it. Then some attractive women come into the room with gowns on but underneath the gowns are just bra and panties. One of them steps up behind Kash and drops to her knees and begins rubbing his shoulders. He rolls his neck and enjoys the rub down. He has never been attracted to "Knees" females but they sure did smell good.
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Say Boss, think I could step outside? I feel like a Gator stuck on a fishin' line...[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Yeah, yeah man, go for it...I'll be right here releasing some stress..[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Should have told me Boss, sure ya want'ta go see that rasslin' show later? Here, let me give you a Chattanooga Shoulder Rub! Momma always done said I had the hands of an Angel!![/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
What? No...Awhhh!![/color]
Big Heavy puts down weight onto Kash's neck and shoulders after almost knocking the Japanese chick over. Kash begins struggling and moving around but under Big Heavy's strength he can't go anywhere. Kash grabs the hot tea and knocks it over on the table. Big Heavy digs deep into Kash's shoulder and it appears to be painful as Kash moves trying to get away from the big man's grip.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Choking...Ahhhww...choking...Let...me..go..(coughs)[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Oh sorry Boss, juss' wanted ta help! I'll be outside..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Miss! Awww man fat bastard leaned on me....I need more rub me downs from your soft touch![/color]
He knew she couldn't speak English but the old man at the table started laughing as his comments. After a few minutes of another rub down that actually felt good and didn't feel like it was going to break him. His voice broke the surface of the room and came out discussing his Tag Match that is first up come PPV time. His eyes still closed as he enjoys the rub down from the half naked Japanese Woman who slightly licks his ear and then blows over it softly.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
I'm not stressing either one of the members of Red Shield. This is like going into a Freestyle Rap Battle as Eminem and my opponent is Drake. Things just aren't very good for you guys and in this match when I put you BOTH through tables then the people in APW can see that the Tag Division is stacked but it's stacked with Violence and that violence is currently Organized and that's the way it's remaining. You want this, I've got this and I'm not losing it to a bunch of couldn't be hacks like yourselves. Didn't you almost walk out not too long ago? Heh...Yeah, huge threat right here and it's apparent by the way you earned your #1 Contender Spot. You beat Adam Young.
I beat RSM and The Gambling Superstars and then defended the Titles against Sally Talfourd and Nathianel Havok...Can you compare to that even? Can you come close? Not really and that will be the just of this match, you will not even come close to having victory in this match. It will be like walking through the mean streets of Greenwich, Connecticut because you're lame and that's the real truth. When I'm finished breaking tables please believe I will be going directly after DW because that Oh So Original manager of yours needs to choke on that whistle. It's just plain annoying and oh yeah, Fonzy called and wants his gimmick back if you know what I mean.
One Night In Hell is all about new beginnings and your new beginning will be a fresh start, right back at the bottom feeding barrel that you've made your home in before Texas Mafia came around. See people might not make mention of it, might not want to "hurt" your feelings but I like to be honest so let me do that for you alright? Before Texas Mafia or Adam Young stepped onto the scene, YOU were in his spot. You rose a bit in the rankings because someone worse than you came into the picture. You've never been hyped for anything besides the former Extreme Champion's backup.
I would say change careers but I've heard Mannie rap and let me just say..."Last Name Ass, First Name Lame" you can't find fame if you ain't got game. Put that on wax because it's the truth of both your skill and rhyme. You're whole crew is reruns while I'm simply one of a kind. I don't carbon copy, I can do only me and nobody does me like I. There have been copies of me while you spend your career trying to be someone your not and can't live up to even pretending to be.
So how you gonna beat Original with your Rerun Careers that have already been done before? You can't. I don't replicate myself after anybody, I am me full out and can't be compared to anyone else. Those that come close to my style are biting off it, not the other way around because I don't bite off anyone's style but my own. Sure, there are plenty of "Pothead" gimmicks out there but mines not a gimmick, it's my medicine, my guilty pleasure and NOBODY smokes and chokes and then steps into the ring and lays down folks like pipes in the ground. I bury opponents and blow out smoke clouds on the regular.
Originality is best and you can't even make claim to having that so how in the world can you make claim at beating me? Life sure is rough when the truth is so hard to swallow. I'm the Truth like Allen Iverson except I'm winning Championships and holding down the rim like Dwight Howard on the hard top. You can't score here fellas, you can move on and try somewhere else but here in APW the Tag Team to beat is me and with any partner that APW wants to put on the ringside with me will carry the success I give them just like Borderland and anyone else before him that I've carried to success. That's the Truth so Help Me Ganja...[/color]
He sits there continuing to get his massage and enjoying it he hears his phone vibrating on the wooden table. His eyes open and the elderly man is giving him a strict look probably about having his phone on the table at all. Kash grabs it and clicks to read the text and it reads:
The scene fades to black.
The weed was decent but the weed wasn't what he was here for. He was here to defend and become and that was the plan as Big Heavy's silhouette comes out of the shadows as the lights slowly brighten up the entire room. Big Heavy has both APW Tag Titles on his shoulders, one on each side of his head. His big beefy hands holding the side to keep both belts in place. Jason Kash comes into view and walks past Big Heavy. Kash sits down at a desk and opens a folder with "APW" written on it's cover, he opens the folder to show a Wrestling Contract.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
You REALLY want this Big?[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
My Daddy done told me at a young age that folks is always wantin' somethin' diffrrent all the time. I ain't too much want nothing but money for some easy cheese. I need this, I deserve a shot at this thang here. Where I gotta sign?[/color]
Kash looks up at Big Heavy and thinks for a moment at how much a guy with his strength could help him prepare for the stronger opponents. Training wouldn't do anything but give him more time to training and make his game more crisp. He turns to the desk and flips a few pages, having already gone over the contract with his own lawyers to make it binding. Kash tosses the pen onto the contract and shoves it out away from him and nods at Big Heavy. The big man leans over and grabs the pen off the table and it disappears in his hand. He signs the contract and then the pen reappears.
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Why dis contract in Japo-nese Boss?[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
You a big motherfucker! APW ain't no joke man, this big leagues. If you sign with a company in another Country, the contract has to be in the Native Language, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!! I know basic Japanese so I know where to sign, you're good! Trust me..[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
I knew you was a good feller Boss! I juss' knew it in my blood! I got this thang man! So is one of THESE thangs mine now, am I replacin' Borderlan..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
No, that punk ass is ain't no Champion, I made him a Champion...And no, you ain't getting a Tag Belt big boy. You ain't debuting in a Title defense, I have no doubts you would wipe the floor with Red Shield but them boys bout to get a handful by myself alone. I'm the one defending them because I'm the one that earned them and stayed earning. I got this man. Stay out of this match..Period...I won't teach you a leg drop or even an eye rake if you come down and do something. Let me talk an ass whoopin or earn my Reign. I'm not losing this match...[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Let me put Mannie in a Bearhug and turn him into a can of easy cheese..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Easy Cheese? Man why you addicted to Spray Cheese? You need a Man's Addiction, like Marijuana! That'll put hairs on ya whiska parts as Johnny Brit would probably say. Actually that makes more sense than Brown does most the time..Regardless..give me my belts.[/color]
Kash gets up and grabs one of the two belts and wraps it around his waist, locking it in. He then grabs the other belt and places it nicely over his shoulder before turning around to the camera. He pulls the camera up and slaps the Tag Belt on his shoulder as words begin to flow from his mouth.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Young Mannie and JR Kingston! Red Shield Mafia or at least the two members of the group that have YET to win a Championship under the APW Banner. Am I suppose to be worried about this match? I guess so because after all my partner, Shane Borderland has all but vanished from the face of the earth and I'm all alone. I have a Extreme Elimination Chamber to think about and so maybe my focus isn't completely on defending the Tag Straps. HOWEVER...That in no way means I'm not going to be defending them.
See I'm all for going into this match and beating both of you without a partner because in the what YEAR you've been in this company you've fallen short of becoming anything more than jokes that people never mention when talking about dominant groups. Have either of you broke through the top 10 on the APW Rankings? How about CWC Rankings? No, neither? Well then what is there to fear about any which one of you? Please, give me a reason to fear what people already see as half rated talent.
You guys lost to Texas Mafia after all didn't you? Hell, Organized Violence has already beaten you AND another Tag Team to gain the Tag Titles to begin with and now you think you can hang all of a sudden? Now you think the tides have changed, the water has turned to wine and because you "Want This Shit Forever" you must be ready to become APW Tag Team Champions. Well I've got a little NEWS FLASH for you both, you're not ready and won't be ready as long as the straps are around MY waist. Fuck Shane Borderland, he's a punk who couldn't stand the test of time but I've been here putting in my work, laying down my trade and doing it with more success than either of you have even come close to touching. Valentine has been a Champion but as of late where has he even been? You're careers unless moved to some low budget company outside of APW will be second rate and that gets proven here...[/color]
Scene Two: "5 Dollah"
(Yippie, I'm doing Scenes! Shoot me now...)
Sitting indian style (Very sloppy form) at a table not even 12 inches off the ground, Jason Kash is having hot tea with some Japanese people. An elderly man sitting at the end of the table and a female who is bringing different dishes of food and more Hot Tea into the room. Big Heavy standing in the corner of the very small spaced room and he has his head bent over cause of the lower ceiling. Kash takes a sip from a tiny little cup of steaming tea. He sets it down on the table and drops a few sugar cubes in it. Then some attractive women come into the room with gowns on but underneath the gowns are just bra and panties. One of them steps up behind Kash and drops to her knees and begins rubbing his shoulders. He rolls his neck and enjoys the rub down. He has never been attracted to "Knees" females but they sure did smell good.
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Say Boss, think I could step outside? I feel like a Gator stuck on a fishin' line...[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Yeah, yeah man, go for it...I'll be right here releasing some stress..[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Should have told me Boss, sure ya want'ta go see that rasslin' show later? Here, let me give you a Chattanooga Shoulder Rub! Momma always done said I had the hands of an Angel!![/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
What? No...Awhhh!![/color]
Big Heavy puts down weight onto Kash's neck and shoulders after almost knocking the Japanese chick over. Kash begins struggling and moving around but under Big Heavy's strength he can't go anywhere. Kash grabs the hot tea and knocks it over on the table. Big Heavy digs deep into Kash's shoulder and it appears to be painful as Kash moves trying to get away from the big man's grip.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Choking...Ahhhww...choking...Let...me..go..(coughs)[/color]
::Big Heavy::[/u]
Oh sorry Boss, juss' wanted ta help! I'll be outside..[/color]
::Jason Kash::[/u]
Miss! Awww man fat bastard leaned on me....I need more rub me downs from your soft touch![/color]
He knew she couldn't speak English but the old man at the table started laughing as his comments. After a few minutes of another rub down that actually felt good and didn't feel like it was going to break him. His voice broke the surface of the room and came out discussing his Tag Match that is first up come PPV time. His eyes still closed as he enjoys the rub down from the half naked Japanese Woman who slightly licks his ear and then blows over it softly.
::Jason Kash::[/u]
I'm not stressing either one of the members of Red Shield. This is like going into a Freestyle Rap Battle as Eminem and my opponent is Drake. Things just aren't very good for you guys and in this match when I put you BOTH through tables then the people in APW can see that the Tag Division is stacked but it's stacked with Violence and that violence is currently Organized and that's the way it's remaining. You want this, I've got this and I'm not losing it to a bunch of couldn't be hacks like yourselves. Didn't you almost walk out not too long ago? Heh...Yeah, huge threat right here and it's apparent by the way you earned your #1 Contender Spot. You beat Adam Young.
I beat RSM and The Gambling Superstars and then defended the Titles against Sally Talfourd and Nathianel Havok...Can you compare to that even? Can you come close? Not really and that will be the just of this match, you will not even come close to having victory in this match. It will be like walking through the mean streets of Greenwich, Connecticut because you're lame and that's the real truth. When I'm finished breaking tables please believe I will be going directly after DW because that Oh So Original manager of yours needs to choke on that whistle. It's just plain annoying and oh yeah, Fonzy called and wants his gimmick back if you know what I mean.
One Night In Hell is all about new beginnings and your new beginning will be a fresh start, right back at the bottom feeding barrel that you've made your home in before Texas Mafia came around. See people might not make mention of it, might not want to "hurt" your feelings but I like to be honest so let me do that for you alright? Before Texas Mafia or Adam Young stepped onto the scene, YOU were in his spot. You rose a bit in the rankings because someone worse than you came into the picture. You've never been hyped for anything besides the former Extreme Champion's backup.
I would say change careers but I've heard Mannie rap and let me just say..."Last Name Ass, First Name Lame" you can't find fame if you ain't got game. Put that on wax because it's the truth of both your skill and rhyme. You're whole crew is reruns while I'm simply one of a kind. I don't carbon copy, I can do only me and nobody does me like I. There have been copies of me while you spend your career trying to be someone your not and can't live up to even pretending to be.
So how you gonna beat Original with your Rerun Careers that have already been done before? You can't. I don't replicate myself after anybody, I am me full out and can't be compared to anyone else. Those that come close to my style are biting off it, not the other way around because I don't bite off anyone's style but my own. Sure, there are plenty of "Pothead" gimmicks out there but mines not a gimmick, it's my medicine, my guilty pleasure and NOBODY smokes and chokes and then steps into the ring and lays down folks like pipes in the ground. I bury opponents and blow out smoke clouds on the regular.
Originality is best and you can't even make claim to having that so how in the world can you make claim at beating me? Life sure is rough when the truth is so hard to swallow. I'm the Truth like Allen Iverson except I'm winning Championships and holding down the rim like Dwight Howard on the hard top. You can't score here fellas, you can move on and try somewhere else but here in APW the Tag Team to beat is me and with any partner that APW wants to put on the ringside with me will carry the success I give them just like Borderland and anyone else before him that I've carried to success. That's the Truth so Help Me Ganja...[/color]
He sits there continuing to get his massage and enjoying it he hears his phone vibrating on the wooden table. His eyes open and the elderly man is giving him a strict look probably about having his phone on the table at all. Kash grabs it and clicks to read the text and it reads:
GIVE EM HELL....
The scene fades to black.
