Post by Jason Cashe on Dec 24, 2011 13:58:43 GMT -4
*NOTE TO ALL: I have like 2600 words here, my bad. Only credit me with the 2000...Just got into it....*
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The inside of a heated Bingo Hall is where the scene quickly opens. A simple intro, nothing too fancy as this is not for a huge opponent or even one that matters. The large room is filled with rows and rows of tables and people ranging from young to old sit at the tables with paint markers in their hand. Jason Kash has his feet kicked up on the table top and he has a green marker in his hand and he clearly has been playing around. A baby sitting in a car seat next to him with a middle aged woman has a green dot on it's forehead. Kash himself has his entire right arm covered in green ink from the marker in his possession.
This elderly lady comes to the end of each table and hands out a stack of Bingo Sheets. Kash grabs the stack being at the end of his table and takes one, passing the rest on down the line. The numbers that fill the boxes are at random and Kash notices the number 4 in one box and the box next to it has 20 in it so he smiles. His feet come off the table and he sits up, prepared to compete in a game of Bingo. After all the sheets are passed out, a younger man steps onto the stage at the front of the room. You can hear the microphone turn on and the bingo balls begin to bounce and roll in the machine by his side. His voice breaks through the speakers hooked up at the corners of the room.
Everyone drops their heads to look at their sheets in front of them. Kash doesn't have a G17 on his sheet, he grabs the Big Gulp cup from 7-11 on the table in front of him and takes a swig. He waves the camera in as he listens in for the next number.
Kash marks his page where the 20 is located. A green dot now covers the number and he smiles hoping to win it all, the grand prize of 100 bucks. Something he will use to buy a good sack of weed and some Taco Bell for the night, it works better and is by far more fun than just hitting up an ATM.
Kash scans his sheet and nods as he has the number called out for the letter O. He marks it with his green marker and takes another gulp from his Big Gulp, the sweat of the plastic cup rubs off onto his hands and he wipes them off on his Sean Jean Sweat Pants. You can see the Green Scooby Doo boxers that cover his ass underneath the sweats. His words come out his mouth as his left hand reaches down and scratches the side of his butt.
Kash and the Bingo Caller lock eyes and Kash grins and laughs out a bit before ignoring the man's words and marking B4. He needs a N and G in order to get Bingo now. Can't be this lucky can he?
Kash ignores the dude speaking out, he marks the number but his eyes don't pay attention. He is feeling the flow of his words and looks over his shoulder to see the cameraman and waves him in front of him more so people can see him speak. Kash smiles showing the two missing teeth at the front of his mouth. He really believes that it adds to his character and personality. Heh.
The lady with the baby next to him happens to look over and see Kash's Bingo Sheet. She reaches over and taps his sheet to grab his attention. He looks down and over at hers to see she marked N69 and then looks at his sheet. His eyes stretch open wide and he smiles, jumps to his feet in a awkward excitement and everyone turns towards him like he walked into a room full of zombies. He notices that feeling and his excitement calms a bit as an old woman nearby growls at him with her teeth sitting in a cup of water in front of her. Kash moves back away from her table and raises his arm.
A little girl about 13 years old comes running up and snatches the sheet from Kash's hands. She gives him this stuck up look and he wants to bum kick her as she swirls around and heads towards the man at the stage with the sheet. He looks the numbers over and nods at Kash and puts him mouth to the microphone.
A shriek sounding cry comes from Kash as he drops to the ground in fear. The entire room of people jump to their feet and begin dancing. Kash laughs, playing off his sissy like scream and starts snapping his fingers as "Wanna Be Startin Something" by: Michael Jackson blasts throughout the small building. Even the old folks begin grooving in the same rotation as everyone else. Kash jumps in and starts doing Carlton Banks like Dance, even has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. Clearly they were suppose to get up and dance in a Flash Mob, it's what they do. Kash knew it was going down, paid for it too as the Bingo Caller leaps and front flips off the stage and lands into the splits. Kash reaches down and holds his own juicy fruits seeing that dude land in the splits. Kash skips a few times and he breaks into a run outside, the entire crowd of people follow him, they flow out the building ion a bunch. Outside there are more people, probably around a 100 total and all of them are dancing to Michael Jackson.
Kash grabs the first half attraction female from the bunch and starts hump thrusting against her in a dance like form. She laughs and gets red in the face, clearly embarrassed but Kash doesn't care. He stops and watches everyone getting down to the music and smiles. You can tell he is happy how it's turned out because his full toothless gap is showing. He turns to the camera, eyebrows raise as he points at the dancing Flash Mob he created for. He starts doing that Major Payne dance and then breaks out the Cabbage Patch but his voice eventually breaks through the music and the cameras hear one last thing from the former Champion.
The crowd is shown continuing their dance number as the scene begins to fade. The last thing seen is Kash running, diving off the stairs and into the crowd. They move out of his way and you hear his growns of hitting the pavement as the scene completely ends.
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The inside of a heated Bingo Hall is where the scene quickly opens. A simple intro, nothing too fancy as this is not for a huge opponent or even one that matters. The large room is filled with rows and rows of tables and people ranging from young to old sit at the tables with paint markers in their hand. Jason Kash has his feet kicked up on the table top and he has a green marker in his hand and he clearly has been playing around. A baby sitting in a car seat next to him with a middle aged woman has a green dot on it's forehead. Kash himself has his entire right arm covered in green ink from the marker in his possession.
This elderly lady comes to the end of each table and hands out a stack of Bingo Sheets. Kash grabs the stack being at the end of his table and takes one, passing the rest on down the line. The numbers that fill the boxes are at random and Kash notices the number 4 in one box and the box next to it has 20 in it so he smiles. His feet come off the table and he sits up, prepared to compete in a game of Bingo. After all the sheets are passed out, a younger man steps onto the stage at the front of the room. You can hear the microphone turn on and the bingo balls begin to bounce and roll in the machine by his side. His voice breaks through the speakers hooked up at the corners of the room.
::Male Bingo Caller::
Welcome to Saturday Night Bingo! I'm Jeff and I hold events here for all to come and enjoy! Let's begin. The call is....G17!
Welcome to Saturday Night Bingo! I'm Jeff and I hold events here for all to come and enjoy! Let's begin. The call is....G17!
Everyone drops their heads to look at their sheets in front of them. Kash doesn't have a G17 on his sheet, he grabs the Big Gulp cup from 7-11 on the table in front of him and takes a swig. He waves the camera in as he listens in for the next number.
::Jason Kash::
Young, Young, Young....You've picked the very WORST time to come and try to make your case. Since day one we've never liked each other. Since day one I've pulled my pants down and took a big shit on your whole existence. You've had plenty of chances and you've always been buried and I'm not the only one. Plenty of people have buried you, it's your MO to get buried. To be a less important part of this company than Mr. Dangerous and that is by all means the truth of it.
Who hypes you? Who has praised your skill? Nobody in WCF and sure as hell nobody in APW. You're filler in this promotion and you can't even take notice to that being the facts. Have you ever been Ranked on the Top 25? Have you EVER Main Evented somewhere other than your own mind? What qualifies you to compete in the big ocean of APW with sharks like me hunting for prey? They've taken what is mine, what I earned and you get to be the guy who gets the first viewing of my violence, the path to get back the World Heavyweight Championship. I beat the "Mad King" Rico Casteel, I have sat in the Throne of Violence and soon, I'll return to it...
::Male Bingo Caller::
Next number is...I20!
Young, Young, Young....You've picked the very WORST time to come and try to make your case. Since day one we've never liked each other. Since day one I've pulled my pants down and took a big shit on your whole existence. You've had plenty of chances and you've always been buried and I'm not the only one. Plenty of people have buried you, it's your MO to get buried. To be a less important part of this company than Mr. Dangerous and that is by all means the truth of it.
Who hypes you? Who has praised your skill? Nobody in WCF and sure as hell nobody in APW. You're filler in this promotion and you can't even take notice to that being the facts. Have you ever been Ranked on the Top 25? Have you EVER Main Evented somewhere other than your own mind? What qualifies you to compete in the big ocean of APW with sharks like me hunting for prey? They've taken what is mine, what I earned and you get to be the guy who gets the first viewing of my violence, the path to get back the World Heavyweight Championship. I beat the "Mad King" Rico Casteel, I have sat in the Throne of Violence and soon, I'll return to it...
::Male Bingo Caller::
Next number is...I20!
Kash marks his page where the 20 is located. A green dot now covers the number and he smiles hoping to win it all, the grand prize of 100 bucks. Something he will use to buy a good sack of weed and some Taco Bell for the night, it works better and is by far more fun than just hitting up an ATM.
::Jason Kash::
I told you a long time ago when you came back to APW that you were not worth my time and you've YET to show me otherwise. You've yet to show anyone anything more than just your own hype and promotion which isn't worth two shits and a lump of coal. Do you really think you can compete with me? SRRIOUS? Fine. Once again I step into the ring and waste time with a wasted space in this business. A simple fucking Walkthrough like a game guide on Gamefaqs.com and you will be the shortest game ever played and beaten.
This is a total waste of words spoken but you asked for this and now your ass is smackdown in the middle of your end. After this you cannot make claims to want to beat me, You cannot make claims of Bingo Halls and bullshit ramblings that you've come to be known for. After this Adam Young, you should go ahead and make your retirement plans because I am walking past you, looking past you and there isn't a single damn thing you can do about it but take it like a prison bitch and get fucked up.
Things just ain't the same for clowns like you. You can never be what I've been, you can never achieve what I've achieved and that's not me bragging, that is facts. When have you been known as a World Champion EVER! Where is the proof of it if you make those claims? You ain't shit, never can be shit, and never will beat "The Influence" inside or outside the ring...BITCH! So go back to Wrestle Crap Federation because here, we won't hand you Tag Titles like Gravedigger did. We won't just give you something that isn't earned and deserved and the only thing you've deserved and earned is the chance to get your ass kicked on a repeated basis. Good job, that is the only thing that has been expected of you and you've lived up to that in spades.
::Male Bingo Caller::
The next call will be....O12!
I told you a long time ago when you came back to APW that you were not worth my time and you've YET to show me otherwise. You've yet to show anyone anything more than just your own hype and promotion which isn't worth two shits and a lump of coal. Do you really think you can compete with me? SRRIOUS? Fine. Once again I step into the ring and waste time with a wasted space in this business. A simple fucking Walkthrough like a game guide on Gamefaqs.com and you will be the shortest game ever played and beaten.
This is a total waste of words spoken but you asked for this and now your ass is smackdown in the middle of your end. After this you cannot make claims to want to beat me, You cannot make claims of Bingo Halls and bullshit ramblings that you've come to be known for. After this Adam Young, you should go ahead and make your retirement plans because I am walking past you, looking past you and there isn't a single damn thing you can do about it but take it like a prison bitch and get fucked up.
Things just ain't the same for clowns like you. You can never be what I've been, you can never achieve what I've achieved and that's not me bragging, that is facts. When have you been known as a World Champion EVER! Where is the proof of it if you make those claims? You ain't shit, never can be shit, and never will beat "The Influence" inside or outside the ring...BITCH! So go back to Wrestle Crap Federation because here, we won't hand you Tag Titles like Gravedigger did. We won't just give you something that isn't earned and deserved and the only thing you've deserved and earned is the chance to get your ass kicked on a repeated basis. Good job, that is the only thing that has been expected of you and you've lived up to that in spades.
::Male Bingo Caller::
The next call will be....O12!
Kash scans his sheet and nods as he has the number called out for the letter O. He marks it with his green marker and takes another gulp from his Big Gulp, the sweat of the plastic cup rubs off onto his hands and he wipes them off on his Sean Jean Sweat Pants. You can see the Green Scooby Doo boxers that cover his ass underneath the sweats. His words come out his mouth as his left hand reaches down and scratches the side of his butt.
::Jason Kash::
YOU SUCK...I'm yelling, I'm sorry...Did that hit you in the ears Adam, did that get through? Seems folks ain't quick to fill you in on that fact but the truth of it is that you aren't worth even being booked. You should be grateful to APW for putting you on a show because not even WCF wants to do that. That indy promotion ain't booking you and after the 1st of the Month, I'm putting the nail in the casket, I'm murdering your ass. Afterwards I'll write a book on how I did it like OJ Simpson did (Stupid) but my book won't be called "If I did it", it'll be called "I Done Did It" and your corpse face will be the cover.
I'll dedicate the book to your Mother who clearly should have swallowed it. Don't even know why I'm wasting time on your punk ass, you ain't worth the time it takes to lace up a boot much less spend time speaking on. Lucky for you, I needed some time away from stressing over Havok and his coward ass tactics, consider this a smoke break...I ain't even gotta say anymore...It's over already. You done, finished, I've moved on already and it's only the 24th of December. I've already got you beat Young, you not even on my pedigree. You're corny, can't fuck with my incredible flow so you can suck a fat dick through a Glory Hole...Bitch..
::Male Bingo Caller::
B4! Please mark your sheets and keep the volume of your voices down so others can hear the numbers being called, thank you!
YOU SUCK...I'm yelling, I'm sorry...Did that hit you in the ears Adam, did that get through? Seems folks ain't quick to fill you in on that fact but the truth of it is that you aren't worth even being booked. You should be grateful to APW for putting you on a show because not even WCF wants to do that. That indy promotion ain't booking you and after the 1st of the Month, I'm putting the nail in the casket, I'm murdering your ass. Afterwards I'll write a book on how I did it like OJ Simpson did (Stupid) but my book won't be called "If I did it", it'll be called "I Done Did It" and your corpse face will be the cover.
I'll dedicate the book to your Mother who clearly should have swallowed it. Don't even know why I'm wasting time on your punk ass, you ain't worth the time it takes to lace up a boot much less spend time speaking on. Lucky for you, I needed some time away from stressing over Havok and his coward ass tactics, consider this a smoke break...I ain't even gotta say anymore...It's over already. You done, finished, I've moved on already and it's only the 24th of December. I've already got you beat Young, you not even on my pedigree. You're corny, can't fuck with my incredible flow so you can suck a fat dick through a Glory Hole...Bitch..
::Male Bingo Caller::
B4! Please mark your sheets and keep the volume of your voices down so others can hear the numbers being called, thank you!
Kash and the Bingo Caller lock eyes and Kash grins and laughs out a bit before ignoring the man's words and marking B4. He needs a N and G in order to get Bingo now. Can't be this lucky can he?
Jason Kash::
For those that don't know, lemme explain where the Hate towards Young comes from. Most would be scratching their heads, wondering why someone like me is even wasting their time against Young. I've asked myself that very thing since this match was announced but then I remember why. It started in another promotion. (DUH) When I showed up, experience and all everyone said it didn't matter where I had been, what I had done before and I was cool with that. The problem came with the Veterans of the promotion, this somehow included Adam Young.
They shit on anything new, most weren't even active members of the roster and were shitting on anything new that came through. It was like a frat house and I felt like a new recruit that didn't know any better but I did. I fought back, I was holding down my own weight, doing what I could do to improve the ratings and the overall show and I did that very thing. So Adam Young was among the followers who tried to put me down but in the end how'd that go Young?
::Male Bingo Caller::
G56. Please remain seated and quiet during the process of marking on your Bingo Sheets. Our Elderly are as Deaf as Ray Charles is Blind. Oh, Hello Martha!!
For those that don't know, lemme explain where the Hate towards Young comes from. Most would be scratching their heads, wondering why someone like me is even wasting their time against Young. I've asked myself that very thing since this match was announced but then I remember why. It started in another promotion. (DUH) When I showed up, experience and all everyone said it didn't matter where I had been, what I had done before and I was cool with that. The problem came with the Veterans of the promotion, this somehow included Adam Young.
They shit on anything new, most weren't even active members of the roster and were shitting on anything new that came through. It was like a frat house and I felt like a new recruit that didn't know any better but I did. I fought back, I was holding down my own weight, doing what I could do to improve the ratings and the overall show and I did that very thing. So Adam Young was among the followers who tried to put me down but in the end how'd that go Young?
::Male Bingo Caller::
G56. Please remain seated and quiet during the process of marking on your Bingo Sheets. Our Elderly are as Deaf as Ray Charles is Blind. Oh, Hello Martha!!
Kash ignores the dude speaking out, he marks the number but his eyes don't pay attention. He is feeling the flow of his words and looks over his shoulder to see the cameraman and waves him in front of him more so people can see him speak. Kash smiles showing the two missing teeth at the front of his mouth. He really believes that it adds to his character and personality. Heh.
::Jason Kash::
I became one of the bigger names in the place and that's when I decided to leave. I had earned the majority of those haters respect, they gave me pats on the shoulder but I remembered how they first acted. I remember the nights sitting in the back and getting my shit stolen from punk ass Indy Vets who were pissed cause they never made it out the gutter of WCF and I'm giving them promotion because I'm above that now. It's always nice to look down on those who played stuck up and smile at them from above and if you don't believe APW is better then step up Young or go find Creeping Death or Torture (So original) and bring them because I'll fuck them up too...Oh wait, these same dudes booted you from the Family ties didn't they? Pathetic! You were handed Titles, given roles not because they were earned but because real talent never sticks around for long in the wastelands of Professional Wrestling. Why else would people like Odin Balfore or Kaylyn James Evans stick around? Big Boys in a Kiddie Pool..
::Male Bingo Caller::
N69...
::Jason Kash::
Now though Adam you've put yourself in the deep end. Now it's MY turn to give you the hazing, the bend over and crapped on feel and unlike that former situation, you're just not good enough to seek out the revenge you wish to have. Ain't nobody giving me hand outs, I don't take them if they did. I've used the talents I have worked hard to have and you ain't someone who can overcome that. You cannot come up to my level and I'm going into this match to have fun. To make an embarrassment out of you, to bury you under the arena and it won't be a Bingo Hall you dumb fucking retard. You do know that APW isn't WCF right? This is a Bingo Hall DA-Oush! APW competes on National, World Wide Level and you think Bingo Hall? You give dumb Rednecks a bad name. The Klan should call you off white you racist fuck, you're a fucking embarrassment and if I somehow lose to you? Well I will retire on the spot. I will slice my fucking wrists and drown you with the blood that flows through my veins....
I became one of the bigger names in the place and that's when I decided to leave. I had earned the majority of those haters respect, they gave me pats on the shoulder but I remembered how they first acted. I remember the nights sitting in the back and getting my shit stolen from punk ass Indy Vets who were pissed cause they never made it out the gutter of WCF and I'm giving them promotion because I'm above that now. It's always nice to look down on those who played stuck up and smile at them from above and if you don't believe APW is better then step up Young or go find Creeping Death or Torture (So original) and bring them because I'll fuck them up too...Oh wait, these same dudes booted you from the Family ties didn't they? Pathetic! You were handed Titles, given roles not because they were earned but because real talent never sticks around for long in the wastelands of Professional Wrestling. Why else would people like Odin Balfore or Kaylyn James Evans stick around? Big Boys in a Kiddie Pool..
::Male Bingo Caller::
N69...
::Jason Kash::
Now though Adam you've put yourself in the deep end. Now it's MY turn to give you the hazing, the bend over and crapped on feel and unlike that former situation, you're just not good enough to seek out the revenge you wish to have. Ain't nobody giving me hand outs, I don't take them if they did. I've used the talents I have worked hard to have and you ain't someone who can overcome that. You cannot come up to my level and I'm going into this match to have fun. To make an embarrassment out of you, to bury you under the arena and it won't be a Bingo Hall you dumb fucking retard. You do know that APW isn't WCF right? This is a Bingo Hall DA-Oush! APW competes on National, World Wide Level and you think Bingo Hall? You give dumb Rednecks a bad name. The Klan should call you off white you racist fuck, you're a fucking embarrassment and if I somehow lose to you? Well I will retire on the spot. I will slice my fucking wrists and drown you with the blood that flows through my veins....
The lady with the baby next to him happens to look over and see Kash's Bingo Sheet. She reaches over and taps his sheet to grab his attention. He looks down and over at hers to see she marked N69 and then looks at his sheet. His eyes stretch open wide and he smiles, jumps to his feet in a awkward excitement and everyone turns towards him like he walked into a room full of zombies. He notices that feeling and his excitement calms a bit as an old woman nearby growls at him with her teeth sitting in a cup of water in front of her. Kash moves back away from her table and raises his arm.
::Jason Kash::
Umm....Bingo?
::Male Bingo Caller::
Gracie please go check his sheet.
Umm....Bingo?
::Male Bingo Caller::
Gracie please go check his sheet.
A little girl about 13 years old comes running up and snatches the sheet from Kash's hands. She gives him this stuck up look and he wants to bum kick her as she swirls around and heads towards the man at the stage with the sheet. He looks the numbers over and nods at Kash and puts him mouth to the microphone.
::Male Bingo Caller::
Bingo! BINGO PEOPLE!!!
Bingo! BINGO PEOPLE!!!
A shriek sounding cry comes from Kash as he drops to the ground in fear. The entire room of people jump to their feet and begin dancing. Kash laughs, playing off his sissy like scream and starts snapping his fingers as "Wanna Be Startin Something" by: Michael Jackson blasts throughout the small building. Even the old folks begin grooving in the same rotation as everyone else. Kash jumps in and starts doing Carlton Banks like Dance, even has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. Clearly they were suppose to get up and dance in a Flash Mob, it's what they do. Kash knew it was going down, paid for it too as the Bingo Caller leaps and front flips off the stage and lands into the splits. Kash reaches down and holds his own juicy fruits seeing that dude land in the splits. Kash skips a few times and he breaks into a run outside, the entire crowd of people follow him, they flow out the building ion a bunch. Outside there are more people, probably around a 100 total and all of them are dancing to Michael Jackson.
Kash grabs the first half attraction female from the bunch and starts hump thrusting against her in a dance like form. She laughs and gets red in the face, clearly embarrassed but Kash doesn't care. He stops and watches everyone getting down to the music and smiles. You can tell he is happy how it's turned out because his full toothless gap is showing. He turns to the camera, eyebrows raise as he points at the dancing Flash Mob he created for. He starts doing that Major Payne dance and then breaks out the Cabbage Patch but his voice eventually breaks through the music and the cameras hear one last thing from the former Champion.
::Jason Kash::
See this shit? MommasayMommasawMommacoosaw!! This is energy!! Adam Young can't fuck with that....Havok can't fuck with that.....We changing the world folks and if You wanna be startin something with J-Kash then it's gonna be big or it's not gonna be worth the money value that is "The Influence"! LIGHT IT UP!!
See this shit? MommasayMommasawMommacoosaw!! This is energy!! Adam Young can't fuck with that....Havok can't fuck with that.....We changing the world folks and if You wanna be startin something with J-Kash then it's gonna be big or it's not gonna be worth the money value that is "The Influence"! LIGHT IT UP!!
The crowd is shown continuing their dance number as the scene begins to fade. The last thing seen is Kash running, diving off the stairs and into the crowd. They move out of his way and you hear his growns of hitting the pavement as the scene completely ends.
