Post by Jason Cashe on Dec 18, 2011 22:28:24 GMT -4
*PERMISSION WAS GIVEN BY RSM, MR. DANGEROUS IS PROPERTY OF APW AND...FUCK THE REST*
Jason Kash comes out of his Locker Room. Dressed in his street clothes and pulling along his luggage. He doesn't look happy at all. Not upset really either, just spaced out. He's not high off of any drugs, still as sober as he was this morning and during the PPV but his eyes are filled with thoughts. No where in sight is his Manager/Girlfriend. That was something to question as he strolls down the hallway.
From afar he spots Nathaniel Havok and the rest of his Crew celebrating throughout the hallways. Too far for them to notice Kash but he just stands there and watches them. As they vanish in the deeper parts of the backstage area, Kash turns and almost runs into Red Shield Mafia Manager, Damien Walker. The Whistle Blowing Annoyance looks around Kash on both sides and grins as he makes eye contact with Jason.
::Damien Walker::
So no Manager tonight, is that right? Seems you're not the only one to come to an unfortunate ending here tonight.
::Jason Kash::
What do you want Walker? I haven't got the time or patience for your dumb shit...
::Damien Walker::
After tonight, I too am looking for new Talent. To help guide the next World Champion, the next guy to beat someone on fluke only to lose it to the very next Contender...
::Jason Kash::
Fluke? I've beaten Casteel twice now, Manhattan White once and still I'm considered a fluke? No fluke. Fluke is what Havok received. Fluke is what White received to get into the match tonight. In fact...Fluke is what RSM was when they became Tag Team Champions and...Fuck it...
Kash drills Damien Walker dead in the cheek. The small manager tumbles over to the side and collapses into the wall. Dropping his bags, Kash continues to drill into the side of Damien Walker. Hitting him in the face, sides, shoulder, anywhere he can throw and land a punch. Kash pulls Walker up and grabs the Whistle around his neck, Kash lets Walker drop and he stands behind him and yanks on the whistle. Damien Walker choking, gagging, grabbing at the rope tightly around the front of his neck as Kash from behind pulls harder. The cord snaps giving Walker his first breath of air.
Kash leans over and picks up the actual Whistle on the floor. He doesn't allow Damien Walker to leave the scene but stops the man as he tries crawling away. Kash turns Walker over and sits down on his arms and chest to prevent Walker's escape. Kash forcefully opens the mouth of Damien Walker and shoves the whistle as deep as he can put it. Walker coughs and tries to push the whistle back up but ends up swallowing the metal noise maker. Everytime he exhales out a deep breath a whistle is blown. Kash smiles, laughs a little even to show his teeth. Getting up off Walker, Kash pulls the man up and pats him on the shoulder. They laugh, Walker laughing and making whistle noises as giggles.
The laugh changes as Kash Kung Fu Chops Damien Walker in the throat and he chokes one again, whistle noises blaring as he sucks in air and exhales it. Kash moves out of the picture as Walker is bent over trying to cough out the whistle. The first thing you see is the Frying Pan coming down with great speed and strength. It slams and DONGS against the back of Damien Walker's head. He slaps into the ground and is completely unconscious. Kash steps into the picture and wacks Walker's downed body a few more times. Each shot directly aimed to the back of the head. He looks at the very small dent the pan has in it.
::Jason Kash::
Damn you got a hard head! Dented a Frying Pan! Listen, APW is better off without Red Shield Mafia.
Fans nearby at a Concession Stand begin cheering as they watch Kash and he notices them. He waves not really understanding why people like him all of a sudden but appreciating their support. They turn and watch the large monitors as the Main Event picks up in action. Kash turns around to leave and there stands Mr. Dangerous who is still holding the Replica World Heavyweight Championship. He looks at the belt and then back at Kash. Not knowing what to say, Kash steps towards him. Dangerous takes a step backwards, pulling the belt off his shoulder in a rush and trying to hand it over.
::Mr. Dangerous::
I'm Sorry...Take it..
::Jason Kash::
I don't want a replica, I'm getting mine back. Listen Dangerous. No hard feelings between us alright? You're cool and in fact...Damien Walker was just telling me he has money in his wallet for you. Consider that your Christmas Bonus!
::Mr. Dangerous::
He's bleeding pretty bad...
Kash turns around and looks down at Damien Walker. Still unconscious and with blood flowing out the back of his head from the repeated shots from Kash. Shrugging his shoulders and grabbing his luggage, Kash leaves the scene and exits the "Garage Entrance" to leave the arena. Mr. Dangerous slowly approaches Damien Walker, looking cautiously around for other members of Red Shield Mafia. Dangerous gets a confused look on his face as he looks closer at Walker.
::Mr. Dangerous::
Where'd his whistle go...
Jason Kash comes out of his Locker Room. Dressed in his street clothes and pulling along his luggage. He doesn't look happy at all. Not upset really either, just spaced out. He's not high off of any drugs, still as sober as he was this morning and during the PPV but his eyes are filled with thoughts. No where in sight is his Manager/Girlfriend. That was something to question as he strolls down the hallway.
From afar he spots Nathaniel Havok and the rest of his Crew celebrating throughout the hallways. Too far for them to notice Kash but he just stands there and watches them. As they vanish in the deeper parts of the backstage area, Kash turns and almost runs into Red Shield Mafia Manager, Damien Walker. The Whistle Blowing Annoyance looks around Kash on both sides and grins as he makes eye contact with Jason.
::Damien Walker::
So no Manager tonight, is that right? Seems you're not the only one to come to an unfortunate ending here tonight.
::Jason Kash::
What do you want Walker? I haven't got the time or patience for your dumb shit...
::Damien Walker::
After tonight, I too am looking for new Talent. To help guide the next World Champion, the next guy to beat someone on fluke only to lose it to the very next Contender...
::Jason Kash::
Fluke? I've beaten Casteel twice now, Manhattan White once and still I'm considered a fluke? No fluke. Fluke is what Havok received. Fluke is what White received to get into the match tonight. In fact...Fluke is what RSM was when they became Tag Team Champions and...Fuck it...
Kash drills Damien Walker dead in the cheek. The small manager tumbles over to the side and collapses into the wall. Dropping his bags, Kash continues to drill into the side of Damien Walker. Hitting him in the face, sides, shoulder, anywhere he can throw and land a punch. Kash pulls Walker up and grabs the Whistle around his neck, Kash lets Walker drop and he stands behind him and yanks on the whistle. Damien Walker choking, gagging, grabbing at the rope tightly around the front of his neck as Kash from behind pulls harder. The cord snaps giving Walker his first breath of air.
Kash leans over and picks up the actual Whistle on the floor. He doesn't allow Damien Walker to leave the scene but stops the man as he tries crawling away. Kash turns Walker over and sits down on his arms and chest to prevent Walker's escape. Kash forcefully opens the mouth of Damien Walker and shoves the whistle as deep as he can put it. Walker coughs and tries to push the whistle back up but ends up swallowing the metal noise maker. Everytime he exhales out a deep breath a whistle is blown. Kash smiles, laughs a little even to show his teeth. Getting up off Walker, Kash pulls the man up and pats him on the shoulder. They laugh, Walker laughing and making whistle noises as giggles.
The laugh changes as Kash Kung Fu Chops Damien Walker in the throat and he chokes one again, whistle noises blaring as he sucks in air and exhales it. Kash moves out of the picture as Walker is bent over trying to cough out the whistle. The first thing you see is the Frying Pan coming down with great speed and strength. It slams and DONGS against the back of Damien Walker's head. He slaps into the ground and is completely unconscious. Kash steps into the picture and wacks Walker's downed body a few more times. Each shot directly aimed to the back of the head. He looks at the very small dent the pan has in it.
::Jason Kash::
Damn you got a hard head! Dented a Frying Pan! Listen, APW is better off without Red Shield Mafia.
Fans nearby at a Concession Stand begin cheering as they watch Kash and he notices them. He waves not really understanding why people like him all of a sudden but appreciating their support. They turn and watch the large monitors as the Main Event picks up in action. Kash turns around to leave and there stands Mr. Dangerous who is still holding the Replica World Heavyweight Championship. He looks at the belt and then back at Kash. Not knowing what to say, Kash steps towards him. Dangerous takes a step backwards, pulling the belt off his shoulder in a rush and trying to hand it over.
::Mr. Dangerous::
I'm Sorry...Take it..
::Jason Kash::
I don't want a replica, I'm getting mine back. Listen Dangerous. No hard feelings between us alright? You're cool and in fact...Damien Walker was just telling me he has money in his wallet for you. Consider that your Christmas Bonus!
::Mr. Dangerous::
He's bleeding pretty bad...
Kash turns around and looks down at Damien Walker. Still unconscious and with blood flowing out the back of his head from the repeated shots from Kash. Shrugging his shoulders and grabbing his luggage, Kash leaves the scene and exits the "Garage Entrance" to leave the arena. Mr. Dangerous slowly approaches Damien Walker, looking cautiously around for other members of Red Shield Mafia. Dangerous gets a confused look on his face as he looks closer at Walker.
::Mr. Dangerous::
Where'd his whistle go...
