Post by Jason Cashe on May 26, 2011 6:59:29 GMT -5
WHO AM I? LEMME TELL YA.....(Whispers) Listen...
[/size][/center]Doing homework on an opponent is important because knowing who you are going to be in the ring with could mean victory or defeat. The homework done by most is as simple as judging a man for the things he does or shit he says. Like seeing someone smoke marijuana and calling him a junkie or druggie without hearing out reasons or knowing the reasons. Seeing someone have confidence in themselves and shooting them down for having an ego when most have confidence or why else step foot in a business like this? Well Jason Kash has grown tired of the simplest forms of his opponents coming at him with the same old shit, the same judgements, the same old tired accusations. So he decided to do what very few men or women have done before him, something that could be a career defining moment or a cliff off the edge. Either way he felt it was something that had to be done...
An empty Hotel Hallway comes into view. You can see a few paintings of flower pots, or a water front with a long pier that brings a person's imagination to the picture. Doors with room numbers etched on golden plaques with peep holes for the guests inside the rooms to see who comes a knocking after midnight. Jason Kash steps into the screen and he isn't wearing a shirt. The camera widens the view and it is clear that he is standing in the hallway butt ass naked. He has a smile on his face and his eyes are bloodshot but not as much as you'd normally see. He was fully aware of his being where he is. His smile drops as he flexes one of his bisceps or man boobs if you want to be funny about it. His voice at first is quiet but grows with every passing word until a normal voice is reached. His words echo the hallways as he speaks at the camera.
::Jason Kash::
I'm naked right now for reasons I'm not too clear about. I undressed myself but why I did it I really have no true answer. Maybe it's because I wanted the Naked Truth to be seen as this promo runs on television or the internet, which ever you people watching this use to view this kind of stuff. The naked truth...It's something that most people try to hide about themselves but call out on others. They hide their own flaws and habits that might bring them shame but point out the wrongs of others without a single hesitation. That's fine, it's how the world works, it's how the human mind tells ourselves to be. However for right now it's going to be a bit different...Roll the footage please, I want to start from my earliest truths.[/font]
(Ignore the "Vin Diesel" name...guy takes all the credit)
::Jason Kash::
Now if you can't see in that footage, the white bread afro kid is me. I was able to pass for mexican to some people but I was just a white boy living in Atlanta, Georgia who had a natural tan to him. I thought I was like most kids from the ghetto gonna grow up and make big money selling drugs or becoming a rapper so I got down with the break dancing a bit. Embarassing I know but it's a truth about me that is not worth hiding, gives people something to use instead of just the typical "He's a Pothead, Ewww" like most weeks of weak opponents. Not saying dear Kaylyn is going to be a weak week because I'm not taking anything away from her. In fact I'm giving her a hand, helping her and many others have some homework handed to them, truths about me that anyone can just turn around on me and use against me. Will it matter? Will it change the outcome of most matches against me? Doubtful, I come just as prepared inside of the ring, no I come more prepared inside of the ring and it's because I adapt and to the environment. Much like with WCF period, I came here and I shit on names, talent, even the history of the company, wanted my quick ride to the top because I was a name outside of the WCF walls. So I adapted and returned later with a better head on what was needed to find success here, come to the big open fields of green grass that is WCF and have myself a blunt or two of the WCF Bud.
My friend in that video though was a guy named Ricky, cool dude. We grew up neighbors. From the age of 6 we was tight but it was also because of him that I found a way out of the hood. We were in the same crew, we ran the streets together, you could say he was my first Tag Team Partner. We sold drugs, made our pockets fat and it was like that sane, two peas in a pod. That was us. Rick and Kash. We ended up with a debt to the wrong people because of Rick's mistake and one day we was throwing the football outside, just a chill day, kicking back and relaxing and a car came by. Four shots rang out and Rick and I both hit the ground but I ducked from the shots, Rick dropped cause he was hit with ONE of the four bullets fired. Right into his ear, plunging into his brain. Dead before he hit the ground. That video has meaning to me like Diet Coke has meaning to Corey. (Partly true, based off truth..the story, not the video) but when you watch that video do you see a sad story? No, you see two kids acting a fool and trying to dance which by gawd we couldn't do very well. But use that, tear down my friend Ricky, tear down my video. It's who I am as a person, I left the hood that day and stopped off at a Diner and met a few wrestlers passing through and wouldn't ya know it I became a wrestler. That's not all though, plenty more where that came from. Let's get into the bad things I have shame about....
I'm a married man. My wife and I are separated, have been for a good while now. Since like 2004. She was actually engaged to the man I was hired to take out of the business. My first gig in Pro Wrestling and the guy I took out, the guy I retired was engaged to her. I didn't seek her out, we were at a company picnic party type thing and got drunk, she got pregnant, he found out it wasn't his, we got married. Pretty simple right? Well after that I promised myself that I wouldn't allow my personal life, my family to be in front of cameras. This isn't a soap opera, this is Professional Wrestling and unless she was a wrestler, her place was never to be at the will of my enemies. I wouldn't want someone like Torture to shit on her existance like Brad Kane allowed his wife to be done. I couldn't stand being in the same room let alone the same company as a man who did and that shows the cowardness in Brad Kane but the will to not allow it to happen on my part.
My son though is great. I'm never up for Father Of The Year but he gets what he wants to have because of this business and the work I do even though I'm not around much. I see him on weekends but choose to not showcase him on telelvision. Last time they were showcased on TV...Someone played a terrible prank by saying that they crashed in an airplane on their way to see me compete. This happened on the 1 year anniversary of 9/11....Yeah, not funny. Needless to say, the man who commit this foul prank was beaten and bloodied and left for dead. It didn't just end after a 1-2-3, I followed his limp body backstage, I beat him there, I beat him in the parking lot, I threw him through windows and even set his hair on fire. I made this man quit and quit for good...He was a former friend of mine before this moment, one that my son called his uncle. So trash my family but know they are provided for, know that my wife and I have an understanding and I do this business because it's my addiction too.[/font]
A door down the hall a bit opens and a little old lady peeks her head out and looks over at Kash. Her eyes buldge wide and her mouth drops open. She quickly pulls herself back into her room and shuts the door. Kash snickers and turns back towards the camera and once again whispers as his voice rises to normal with every word that comes from his mouth. His hand reaches down and scratches down below the camera view, you can hear the sound of his fingernails scratching hairs. The camera stays up high on his upper half gets back into the promo of truths.
::Jason Kash::
I'm telling you these things Kaylyn because I want you to see me for who I am and not the typical description of what you might have seen or heard from morons who like to run their mouths. People like Tommy Knoxville or Doc Henry, both of which cannot wash my socks much less step up toe to toe with me. That's not ego, my dick is actually that big! So what else could you need? What else do you want to know about "The Bad Influence"? You want to hear that DangerTainment failed because I wasn't mentally there to be involved with a group that almost had me leading the path? Well you're right, it's my flaw. I was involved with Influential Minds for a long time, 3 years straight and when that was over, when it failed to stay afloat and I put it to rest I swore to myself that never again could I put myself into a place like that again. I couldn't represent another group where I was the main feature on the roster and I won't ever again. Organized Violence is a Tag Team that consists of Shane Borderland and Myself and it's because he is the only person in this business I trust with my career as he trusts me with his. I will never lead another group, I will never be the one holding the flag of another banner that my name is the main attraction too. I'm an Influence and now I'm Organzied, next stop is the Main Event of this business.
I shave my armpits to make me more aerodynamic when fighting! I got my face sliced open by Adam Young, you know the guy who talked like he was the golden egg but was really the spoiled one? I've lost a match to Doc Henry for the United States Championship, even Arn Anderson lost to Renegade though so that proves that even the lowest level of talent sometimes finds a spotlight to shine down on them. The fact is I'm not hiding who I am, I'm not putting my ways of the past or present in some safe keeping for nobody to know about, it's there to see or hear about whenever someone looks hard enough. I've been mistaken as a Gay Porn actor who tries to make his appearance like mine, there's also an "actor" out there who I've stunt doubled for...Know that game Chronicles of Riddick? I was the guy in the suit doing the movements for that game.
Got paid decent money too but money is only the gift that comes with allowing me to step foot inside of a ring and hurting people without being arrested. It's why this business and I have had a grand relationship and it's why I cannot lose to you this week Kaylyn. I MUST head to Blast, I MUST compete against Corey or Creeping Death because it's the very path that was laid before me as I push forth to the top of this company where myself and Shane Borderland belong. One day you will see the WCF Tag Titles around our waists and if I have anything to say about it I will have the Television Title over my shoulder even then, months down the road after Organized Violence has set the new standard for what Tag Team Wrestling is all about. We aren't The Alliance, we aren't past our primes like Odin and Santiago, we are the current events, the marquee news, the shit hitting headlines and because you are my opponent this week, I will share that headline with you Kaylyn.
All this history on me, these things that most people might have kept to themselves...I give them to not only you but anyone who wants to have something new to say about me. To try and knock down the credibility I have earned in this company and all over the world because I'm not slowing down. I'm not going to put on some gimmick or wear face paint or a mask, I won't call myself God or play dead to the world. I smoke my yoshi and I do me and that's the only motherfucker you are gonna see me be because it's who I can be and that's all I can be. You want gimmicks? Go twist Doc Henry's nipple and tell him to be a Yankee and he'd be whistling about Doodle Dandies in no time because that guy hasn't a real bone in his spine or body. You though Kaylyn are real, not just the boobs although Borderland and I have a wager on if they are real or not...I got $50 on them being natur-ele and I'll split the winnings if I'm right and you prove it? I've put on a glove and slapped Icey Hot in an old opponent's grandmother's vagina just to piss him off. I'm not a nice man but I'm a real honest dude. You can like my swagger or just live with disliking something you can't change or pay to be different. I'm that Slong Long, need proof...NO I WILL NOT SEND YOU A VIDEO OF ME MASTERBATING...Who am I "The Confederate Devil"?
So you can take all of this shit I've hand fed you and use it against me. Call me a bad father, say I was a poor friend to Rich, hell mock me for losing to Doc Henry. Even go as far as to say I am a bad dancer. I was a white kid from a ghetto, a minority world but I was the real minority. I survived a rough and gutter style upbringing, maybe you can make that look dirty and low class enough to spark a few feathers but it still doesn't change shit. I'm still going out there, still stepping through those ropes. Those ropes don't speak but they could tell stories of battles, wars, classic competitions and this match might not be remembered 5 months from now because me beating you at Slam isn't a shocker. What will be a shocker is how well I will look doing it. Shane Borderland has earned himself the Title of being a Woman Beater, he loves women but sometimes a woman over steps her welcome in the world of being seen as equals and come Monday Kaylyn, the entire world gets to see where you fall on that scale? Where will you...STACK up against a Champion of a real promotion, not some ACW that seems less entertaining than watching mold grow on dog shit. I was bored okay and stuck 5 miles away from home with no cell phones, beepers were considered a great invention at one time...FAIL. So there you have it, shit about me to use against me. I'm giving you this, giving everyone this. Naked Truth, the Butt Naked of how shit is...[/font]
Kash smiles and a big permanent red marker appears in front of him. He grabs it and pulls off the cap and steps over to the wall nearest to where he was standing. He leans against the wall, leaning over a small old style dresser drawer with a flower vase on it. His junk has to be laying up on the drawer's surface. He writes a message on the wall and then steps away and smiles, pushing the camera to the message. The camera views the message and then fades to a fuzzy static screen.
LONELY? CALL KAYLYN, SHE FLIRTS!!
277-420-8899
277-420-8899
*HAD TO CHANGE THE NUMBER USED...FUNNY FOR A MINUTE...SORRY CHICK*
