Post by Jason Cashe on Aug 16, 2015 13:37:37 GMT -6
8/15/15
Houston, Texas
While it was true that Jason Cashe wasn't signed to any length of time to compete in Chaos Wrestling, he had an interest in being there for a while. Not because he thought it was a means to gain more fame or fortune, he had plenty of both. It was his Addictions to Action, the thirst to be inside the ring doing battle, knocking folks heads back with uppercuts like they are nodding yes. This one of his biggest enjoyments in life and had proved that during the last show. His debut in the Main Event. He didn't ask for a Handicap Match but it wasn't really a handicap for long.
"That was...something! I laid a chick down with a Spear, I shoveled the fuck out of that whack dude's head AND Evil and I did exactly what we said we'd accomplish. Now I'm seeing the aftermath. The hate that people like Santee and Ethan have said so quick since the "Origins" card was finalized. Can't say I'm surprised any...When something of value comes through, there are BOUND to be folks who can't stand as tall but talk tall because that's ALL they can do in the end. Talk big, but I also walk big as well. Come see me.."
Waving for the camera to follow him, Cashe enters through a door leading into what appears to be the entrance for a Hallway in his Home in Houston, TX. A staircase heading downstairs and Cashe descends them.
"It's funny cause Ethan spoke first, put some words together about me like he wants to get deep in a Gamble with more than just chips on the line. When you throwing rocks, calling me a bitch...Heh that's like loading a Revolver with one bullet and spinning the chamber. Russian Roulette and hell I'll pull the trigger on myself first but then the heat falls right down on you. I raise you the breath that is inhaled and exhaled from your lungs. See that's me referencing your "poker game" because while all the chips seem to have been yours, the luck for you ends there. I'm NOBODY'S Bitch!
I came here to give an Assist and that has been given. It was a short term goal and now the mid range accomplishments can begin to take shape. That might mean walking over you Ethan, laying you down, hitting you with a few "Mark Of JASON" Elbows and then putting your small time, big mouth speaking ass Under the Influence. That's the ONLY future you can look forward too. Put money on it, it's a sure thing homie! BET that!"
Stepping down off the last step, he turns a corner and the room looks like a Man Cave. Has a shelf full of Championships and Trophies, everyone of them from other Promotions in his past. He points at the shelf as he looks back at the camera.
"See that Ethan? Yeah that's my past but you right kid, what happened before now don't much matter does it? Soon I'ma have another to add to the collection though and it's from Chaos and it's called Mayhem. You can't stop that from being the reality but you can try. I beg of you and all to try."
Sitting down on the old and dusty looking couch, he kicks his feet up and puts on a bright smile showing not only the gap in his teeth from where he had two of them knocked out but it also showed his pleasure in the things to come.
"Now this Masked Man situation...Not that it matters anymore but let me address it to make folks feel important. It never mattered WHO was under that mask to me. Not once did I try to guess or give two shits about the WHO of it. Truthfully I wasn't involved because Focus snatched some broad because that is Evil's business, I was there and am here now because I want to be. Folks can wanna get me out the Company but guess what? Ya'll might not want me around, takes away from your glory and all but ask Management if they want me here! Heh.
Ask them the reason that in my SECOND match in Chaos I am in a Title match? If Chaos had an opening I'd bet I'd have ended up there because Management knows like all of you will learn soon is that with me here, eyes are also here. That's not bragging or showing off some arrogance, that's just common knowledge. I'm not the best thing competing in this business by any means but I WILL beat all of you sitting in this match waiting for your opportunity to be a Champion, at best each of you will become bodies on the pile of names I build up on this roster! THAT'S Truth!"
Sitting forward, Cashe grabs a glass pipe already packed with that green "tobacco". Also picking up a lighter, Cashe sparks up and takes in a lung full. Holding in the hit he sits back again before letting the smoke flow free.
"No worries for those mentioned before, both of you can't advance so I wish you both well in your match. In my first match I've got this Jakob Adder who had his "Coming Out" party when he debuted for Chaos. Not sure if he was finally revealing he was homosexual which isn't a bad thing, do ya thing homie if that's the case but that has ZERO effect on the match we'll have. In it to win it you said from the jump and guess what? You ain't the only dude looking to take home the victory. You got the short stick dude, got put in with the winner of this whole thing right out the gate.
That pretty petite frame of yours is in Danger cause I'm smashing hard to break your shit like ya made out of glass. Have your head spinning, tweety birds chirping as you hear the count of 3 and feel the slaps of the referee's hand hit the canvas to remove you from the picture. That's your fate Adder. I know you're sitting back waiting to hear what I've got to say so you can try to match up, compare but I don't NEED that advantage, I give it to you. Use the words I've said, turn them around on me, feel big like a BAWSE but you're ass is lit up come "Origins" and I've got the lighter, I'm the fire starter and NOBODY will prevent me from burning this bitch down to get what will be mine until I say otherwise and no longer WANT to be here to defend it. Got me partna?"
"Jason? You down there?"
Popping up from the couch like he's been caught with his pants down, Cashe hurries to the stairs and looks up to find Niobe Martin standing there. They've recently started hanging out, seeing where things might go. He wouldn't call her his girlfriend just yet but he'd seen her naked so it was progressing nicely!
"Good! Glad you stopped by. Come on down.."
"What are you doing? You still want to head up to "The Bakery" for training before match time?"
"Yup, yup! I'm just knocking some dust off these dudes in Chaos. Letting them know what's up as the time comes for me to step back in the spot and show folks that I'm not just about Assists but I score and drive the rim, dunkin on folks like I'm Dwight Howard. Might as well call me the Power Forward of Professional Wrestling cause I'm going reckless on these guys.."
Down the stairs, the two lean in, hug before Niobe plants a quick kiss to his cheek. Her eyes scan the basement as she has never been inside his Home before now.
"Well don't let me stop you. I'll just browse..."
She turns from him and begins looking around. Without her Championship, she might to the uneducated eye seem like just a girl but she was a competitor as well. She was a Champion in fact and Cashe watches her for a minute, mostly just checking out her butt. He loved that feature about her. Moving himself over to his shelf of Titles, he touches his most recent belt held but also the one he recently lost.
"This match, ironman...It's not new to me and no nothing from my past or elsewhere should matter for Chaos but the preparation and experience from that past will be a HUGE reason why I am an odds on favorite. See I lost a Championship in this upcoming setting. It was four of us, no eliminations beforehand other than to find the Contenders. I lost but it wasn't MY shoulders pinned to finish the match as I was busy with a rival, whooping HIS ass as the clock ticked to zero and someone got that last second victory to take the belt. THAT gives me experience. Recent experience in this whole thing and while I made a mistake the first time, that was a lesson learned and a mistake that won't be repeated."
Looking behind him, he sees Niobe going through a movie case filled with DVDs and a decent collection of Porn. Cashe wasn't shamed by it, he had been a single guy and had a liking for naked females. Still, watching her reminded him some of Focus and the whole situation with Johnny Evil.
"Focus, I know what you're thinking! You see her and think she is your next victim? That you could take her and try to play those same games like you did with Evil. Problem is that chick over there? She can handle herself, she will whoop that ass homeboy and if she wasn't able too, I'd help you remember how regretful you SHOULD have felt after the beatdown you got playing games the first time around. But I have a question...
What happens if you and Santee make it to the Finals?" He knew that they'd get excited at the idea of it. Surely they wanted that to happen because then the tables would turn and it'd be Cashe against the wall with two people at his throat. He snickered some at the thought of their excitement.
"Maybe I get stuck in that situation but I promise you both that you might work me over, might team up on me but in a match where only ONE man can win the match is Santee going to lay down for you if you both make it and are able to take me out? I guess it's something we'll find out when that bridge is crossed but I am going to be prepared to fight, claw, bite and cheat if that's what it takes. I'm not the nice guy the fans cheer for me as being, I just compete in a way that people like to see. I make everything interesting even in a losing effort and the odds in this match are in...my...favor...Step up fellas, you're gonna need more than just luck to not just beat me but keep me down."
"Are we going to celebrate before or after we get in some gym work? Sorry, am I interrupting? Thought you were done.."
Turning to her as she approaches, Cashe gives her a smile and nods.
"Yeah, I'm done. Got my bags packed, let's get on the road..."
As he reaches the stairs, he grabs a gym bag and looks over to Niobe. She smiles as she steps passed Cashe and heads up the stairs. He was all for her going first, his eyes stuck to her butt as they ascend the stairs and the scene fades.
Houston, Texas
While it was true that Jason Cashe wasn't signed to any length of time to compete in Chaos Wrestling, he had an interest in being there for a while. Not because he thought it was a means to gain more fame or fortune, he had plenty of both. It was his Addictions to Action, the thirst to be inside the ring doing battle, knocking folks heads back with uppercuts like they are nodding yes. This one of his biggest enjoyments in life and had proved that during the last show. His debut in the Main Event. He didn't ask for a Handicap Match but it wasn't really a handicap for long.
"That was...something! I laid a chick down with a Spear, I shoveled the fuck out of that whack dude's head AND Evil and I did exactly what we said we'd accomplish. Now I'm seeing the aftermath. The hate that people like Santee and Ethan have said so quick since the "Origins" card was finalized. Can't say I'm surprised any...When something of value comes through, there are BOUND to be folks who can't stand as tall but talk tall because that's ALL they can do in the end. Talk big, but I also walk big as well. Come see me.."
Waving for the camera to follow him, Cashe enters through a door leading into what appears to be the entrance for a Hallway in his Home in Houston, TX. A staircase heading downstairs and Cashe descends them.
"It's funny cause Ethan spoke first, put some words together about me like he wants to get deep in a Gamble with more than just chips on the line. When you throwing rocks, calling me a bitch...Heh that's like loading a Revolver with one bullet and spinning the chamber. Russian Roulette and hell I'll pull the trigger on myself first but then the heat falls right down on you. I raise you the breath that is inhaled and exhaled from your lungs. See that's me referencing your "poker game" because while all the chips seem to have been yours, the luck for you ends there. I'm NOBODY'S Bitch!
I came here to give an Assist and that has been given. It was a short term goal and now the mid range accomplishments can begin to take shape. That might mean walking over you Ethan, laying you down, hitting you with a few "Mark Of JASON" Elbows and then putting your small time, big mouth speaking ass Under the Influence. That's the ONLY future you can look forward too. Put money on it, it's a sure thing homie! BET that!"
Stepping down off the last step, he turns a corner and the room looks like a Man Cave. Has a shelf full of Championships and Trophies, everyone of them from other Promotions in his past. He points at the shelf as he looks back at the camera.
"See that Ethan? Yeah that's my past but you right kid, what happened before now don't much matter does it? Soon I'ma have another to add to the collection though and it's from Chaos and it's called Mayhem. You can't stop that from being the reality but you can try. I beg of you and all to try."
Sitting down on the old and dusty looking couch, he kicks his feet up and puts on a bright smile showing not only the gap in his teeth from where he had two of them knocked out but it also showed his pleasure in the things to come.
"Now this Masked Man situation...Not that it matters anymore but let me address it to make folks feel important. It never mattered WHO was under that mask to me. Not once did I try to guess or give two shits about the WHO of it. Truthfully I wasn't involved because Focus snatched some broad because that is Evil's business, I was there and am here now because I want to be. Folks can wanna get me out the Company but guess what? Ya'll might not want me around, takes away from your glory and all but ask Management if they want me here! Heh.
Ask them the reason that in my SECOND match in Chaos I am in a Title match? If Chaos had an opening I'd bet I'd have ended up there because Management knows like all of you will learn soon is that with me here, eyes are also here. That's not bragging or showing off some arrogance, that's just common knowledge. I'm not the best thing competing in this business by any means but I WILL beat all of you sitting in this match waiting for your opportunity to be a Champion, at best each of you will become bodies on the pile of names I build up on this roster! THAT'S Truth!"
Sitting forward, Cashe grabs a glass pipe already packed with that green "tobacco". Also picking up a lighter, Cashe sparks up and takes in a lung full. Holding in the hit he sits back again before letting the smoke flow free.
"No worries for those mentioned before, both of you can't advance so I wish you both well in your match. In my first match I've got this Jakob Adder who had his "Coming Out" party when he debuted for Chaos. Not sure if he was finally revealing he was homosexual which isn't a bad thing, do ya thing homie if that's the case but that has ZERO effect on the match we'll have. In it to win it you said from the jump and guess what? You ain't the only dude looking to take home the victory. You got the short stick dude, got put in with the winner of this whole thing right out the gate.
That pretty petite frame of yours is in Danger cause I'm smashing hard to break your shit like ya made out of glass. Have your head spinning, tweety birds chirping as you hear the count of 3 and feel the slaps of the referee's hand hit the canvas to remove you from the picture. That's your fate Adder. I know you're sitting back waiting to hear what I've got to say so you can try to match up, compare but I don't NEED that advantage, I give it to you. Use the words I've said, turn them around on me, feel big like a BAWSE but you're ass is lit up come "Origins" and I've got the lighter, I'm the fire starter and NOBODY will prevent me from burning this bitch down to get what will be mine until I say otherwise and no longer WANT to be here to defend it. Got me partna?"
"Jason? You down there?"
Popping up from the couch like he's been caught with his pants down, Cashe hurries to the stairs and looks up to find Niobe Martin standing there. They've recently started hanging out, seeing where things might go. He wouldn't call her his girlfriend just yet but he'd seen her naked so it was progressing nicely!
"Good! Glad you stopped by. Come on down.."
"What are you doing? You still want to head up to "The Bakery" for training before match time?"
"Yup, yup! I'm just knocking some dust off these dudes in Chaos. Letting them know what's up as the time comes for me to step back in the spot and show folks that I'm not just about Assists but I score and drive the rim, dunkin on folks like I'm Dwight Howard. Might as well call me the Power Forward of Professional Wrestling cause I'm going reckless on these guys.."
Down the stairs, the two lean in, hug before Niobe plants a quick kiss to his cheek. Her eyes scan the basement as she has never been inside his Home before now.
"Well don't let me stop you. I'll just browse..."
She turns from him and begins looking around. Without her Championship, she might to the uneducated eye seem like just a girl but she was a competitor as well. She was a Champion in fact and Cashe watches her for a minute, mostly just checking out her butt. He loved that feature about her. Moving himself over to his shelf of Titles, he touches his most recent belt held but also the one he recently lost.
"This match, ironman...It's not new to me and no nothing from my past or elsewhere should matter for Chaos but the preparation and experience from that past will be a HUGE reason why I am an odds on favorite. See I lost a Championship in this upcoming setting. It was four of us, no eliminations beforehand other than to find the Contenders. I lost but it wasn't MY shoulders pinned to finish the match as I was busy with a rival, whooping HIS ass as the clock ticked to zero and someone got that last second victory to take the belt. THAT gives me experience. Recent experience in this whole thing and while I made a mistake the first time, that was a lesson learned and a mistake that won't be repeated."
Looking behind him, he sees Niobe going through a movie case filled with DVDs and a decent collection of Porn. Cashe wasn't shamed by it, he had been a single guy and had a liking for naked females. Still, watching her reminded him some of Focus and the whole situation with Johnny Evil.
"Focus, I know what you're thinking! You see her and think she is your next victim? That you could take her and try to play those same games like you did with Evil. Problem is that chick over there? She can handle herself, she will whoop that ass homeboy and if she wasn't able too, I'd help you remember how regretful you SHOULD have felt after the beatdown you got playing games the first time around. But I have a question...
What happens if you and Santee make it to the Finals?" He knew that they'd get excited at the idea of it. Surely they wanted that to happen because then the tables would turn and it'd be Cashe against the wall with two people at his throat. He snickered some at the thought of their excitement.
"Maybe I get stuck in that situation but I promise you both that you might work me over, might team up on me but in a match where only ONE man can win the match is Santee going to lay down for you if you both make it and are able to take me out? I guess it's something we'll find out when that bridge is crossed but I am going to be prepared to fight, claw, bite and cheat if that's what it takes. I'm not the nice guy the fans cheer for me as being, I just compete in a way that people like to see. I make everything interesting even in a losing effort and the odds in this match are in...my...favor...Step up fellas, you're gonna need more than just luck to not just beat me but keep me down."
"Are we going to celebrate before or after we get in some gym work? Sorry, am I interrupting? Thought you were done.."
Turning to her as she approaches, Cashe gives her a smile and nods.
"Yeah, I'm done. Got my bags packed, let's get on the road..."
As he reaches the stairs, he grabs a gym bag and looks over to Niobe. She smiles as she steps passed Cashe and heads up the stairs. He was all for her going first, his eyes stuck to her butt as they ascend the stairs and the scene fades.