L!GHTS OUT #31 | DATURA vs FLASH KASSIDY

The sound of a flicking lighter starts off the scene, followed by the flame of said lighter. It fills the the screen with a bright white tinge before zooming out showing the entirety of the orange flame. As the camera continues to zoom out you can see Flash Kassidy holding the lighter. Lighting a blunt that was pressed between his lips.. He has his circular signature shades on along with a old school nirvana shirt and a ripped up pair of denim jeans. As the camera continues to zoom out the entire scene starts to form, and you can see that you are on a private Jet. Flash holds his wrist up to the camera showing off his rolex before flaunting the trio of chains he has sported around his neck, all seemingly diamonded out like your favorite rap star.

Flash lets his swag mellow for a few seconds as he reaches out in front of him, grabbing a clear glass of dark liquor off of the trey and taking a swig. He lets the alcoholic beverage wash over his taste buds for a few moments before letting out a “Ah” of satisfaction and sitting back in his luxury plane seat. As he sets the glass back on the trey he looks in the general direction of the camera and smirks, just a hint of gold shining out from behind his lips. He removes the blunt from between his lips presses it’s cherry against the trey, putting it out before placing it behind his ear.

“ Now, now! I knows what you chu’ all be thinkin’! Flash Kass got himself eliminated from the King Cobra, so he gon’ fade away and been another has been, one of the many that has smeared the walls of Union…”

Flash pops the neck of his T shirt before continuing.

“ But that just ain’t me! Never has been, never will be! Ya hear me? So Dature, my girl, my tattooed bae of the night! Don’t’chu’ dare think fo’ a second you gonna’ get an easy win, don’t’chu dare do that ish! Because ya boy Flash is comin’! See It don’t matter what is on the line, what the goal is in front of me. Fo’ too long I focused on that, the prize ahead! So much so that I think it blinded ya’ boy! Titles, tourneys… Shit they just all got in my brain and it caused me to slip up, get caught flat footed! All that ish! “

Sniffing the air in an abrupt manner, Flash pushes himself off the seat.

“Smell that Datura? My poisonous flower….That's the smell of a new motha’ fuckin’ day! A day where I get to do better than I did last time. I will always admit I am a student of this game, I learn with every defeat and every loss. That’s how ya’ boy stay high above the fuckin’ competition!”

Pulling his glasses down to the tip of his nose, Flash winks at the camera before continuing.

“That’s how I stay high aboves' you boo boo. “

Scooting his way out from his seat, Flash enters the center isle, where he eyes up with the camera once again. He shoots out his arm, and starts to take off his rolex.

“ I stay high above you because unlike my name, I don’t really give a fuck about the Flash. Don’t give a fuck about a unique oppertunity! ImaI go out there and I do what I do best! Which is jump off shit, be fast, sonic up in this shit. But you know what I won’t do? I won’t parade around my life actin’ like a thirteen year old’s emo diary.”

As Flash Tosses his watch to the floor he looks down upon it, only for a few seconds before ripping off his signature shades and throwing them on top of the watch. He then looks back into the camera.

“ Yeah, I seen what you done did, researched yo fall out girl discography and I gots to say, that ego on yo’ shoulders? You ain’t deserve none of it! The name alone, callin’ yo self some poisonous flower when in all reality you just some lil’ emo chick who started liftin’ weights! Ch’yeah, I don’t give no fucks about what you done in any other company. Because where you is right now? Union? These fans live and die for me! The chant my name like a fuckin’ saint and buy my merch like it was goin; out of style! And I gotta give them there's money worth, and losin’ at the King Cobra? Lyin’ to them sayin’ that I was gonna win it all? That don’t sit right with me Datty. These fans deserve more! They deserve the Flash and the Kassidy! And ima fuckin’ give it to em!”

Flash continues to speak as he takes off his chains and tosses them onto the pile before him.

“ All this shit on my body, all this money I made flyin’ across the world! It don’t mean jack shit to me if I can't go out there in the ring and be the best in the fuckin’ world! Cause you see Dat, thats always been my goal. From day one! I just wanted to be better, I knew I had the athleticism, the charisma, the flash! But I wanted to prove that, and what better way to do that then to set yo ass ablaze? I don’t need none of the hype, none of the showmanship… I know deep down I care more about this company, this match then you ever will. This my career! You accomplished shit befoe’, won belts! But me? I haven’t! And that’s not fuckin’ okay! “

The burner rips off his shirt in a fit of frustration, whipping it down to the floor with the rest of his “Swag” as he undoes his pot leaf belt buckle.

“ It just fuckin’ ain’t, and quite honestly my chick? I’m fuckin’ tired of not bein’ the best Flash Kassidy that I can be! I’m tired of comin’ but short, fuckin’ sick of these folks givn’ me their support and me not livin’ up to expectations! But that all changes comes lights out! Because I ain’t makin’ them same mistakes as befoe’ I ain’t doin it again! I don’t give a good got damn about the prize at the end… I just wanna make you my fuckin’ bitch. I wanna’ punish you! Belittle you! By the time that I’m done with you I want the entire world to know, that Flash motha’ fuckin’ Kassidy is Union Battleground! I am the this company, the blood that runs through it’s veins and the heart that beats it! That’s what I hope to accomplish! Them are my dreams Datty!”

With the pants now coming down, Flash does his best to get his legs out of them, stuggling a bit but finally getting the job done. He stands there in his black silk boxer as he continues to speak.

“ Do you get it yet? Get the picture I’m tryin’ to create fo’ ya? I am man of excess, I love out there, extravagant things…. But I would rather send all them things to the fire, if it mean that I’d beat you… I’m telling you Dattty girl… You gettin the most extreme Flash Kassidy you ever seen, no holds barred, I am comin’ fo blood! Because I been made a fool two years in a row now, got caught sayin’ something’, caught cashin’ a check my mouth couldn’t pay for. So I don’t care how technically sound you are, what tricks you have up your sleeve! I don’t fuckin care! Because if you think you know how to best Flash Kassidy? I’m just prove you wrong and be better! True fuckin’ story!”

As Flash says those final words he drops his boxers and places them into the pile of extravagant things in front of him. He reaches to his side and grabs the lighter from the beginning off the tray, before grabbing the blunt behind his ear and lighting it. He lets himself get a few good puffs before he drops it onto the clothing before him, within a few seconds it catches ablaze. Flash stands there holding his modesty before the cabin door to the plane opens and stewardess walks out, looking panicked, and confused at his nudity.

“ You can’t do that! “

Flash chuckles, rolling his head around his shoulders in a cocky manner, with his hands he them simulates the jerking off motion before saying his final words.

“ Bitch please! Fuck you gonna’ do? Kick me out?”