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Some Shit About Some Shit (SSASS) - Jason Cashe - 09-13-2024
It was nice to be able to remain in one location for a while. This business wasn't for the ‘home life’ even though so many of us, myself included, have tried to find that over the years. For some of us, life WAS the business.
Sometimes, it was all we had left..
After Tony Savage’s Fight Night on the 6th. I figured I could remain in Houston. Knowing that Relentless would come to me, I was allowing myself time to think. Time to figure a few things out.
I knew I had a fight coming and knew full well that when an animal is wounded, they can become even more dangerous than you anticipate. I knew that Dionysus wanted this, he was hungry. He said as much when he told Aurora that he was going after a phantom and then appeared after my match with Garcia.
He wants what I have, what he has had before and yet.. He isn't the only one with something to fight for..
*Faded Noise*
Pulling myself out of deep thought, the water in the shower had lost most of the heat as I quickly reached for the handle and shut it off. Standing there, I listened.
I know I heard something and I was fairly sure it was glass breaking. Has someone busted a window to break into my home? “Booooshit!” I say in a normal, not hiding from shit type of voice.
Stepping out from the shower, my wet foot falls are all that one could hear as I grabbed my towel and hurried into the connecting master bedroom. Giving myself a once over with the towel, I toss it onto the bed. My clothes were next to where the towel landed and quickly, I began to get dressed. “Let me find someone here..” Scoffing as I put myself into a pair of briefs followed by some loose fitting sweatpants. Barefoot with no shirt on, I wasn't concerned about getting fully dressed.
My mind was getting my body excited for the potential of an intruder.
What else could it be? I lived alone. I’ve been alone for a while and matter of fact, the only person who has slept in this house other than myself was my Mother and.. I wasn't sure where she disappeared to after I kicked her out.
Maybe it was her? I almost preferred a deranged serial killer.
With no real hesitation to speak of, I headed for the bedroom door. I wasn't sure why I closed it when I took a shower but I did. It was probably why I barely heard the noise. Was I even sure it was glass breaking? I would soon find out I told myself as I stepped out into the hallway.
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“Relentless. Without question the BIGGEST event in XWF and as it seems, one of the bigger events in ALL of Professional Wrestling today!
Does it need Three Nights? Probably not. Does it need two Misty-Dolly Matches? Unlikely. Does it NEED not one but TWO matches from our ‘Boss’ Thaddeus Duke? Highly unlikely but yet the stage is fucking set regardless, right?
Dionysus, you wanted this! You came out from the back a few Warfares ago and you issued yourself a little challenge. You wanted one more shot! Not just at the Television Title but against me because in your head, you have a chance to right a wrong.
In your head, you are entering a moment of triumph!
A path taken to change the course you have been on where the bigger the stage you are on, the harder you have found yourself falling. Sure, you beat Aurora but that was a regular match with nothing on the line. A newcomer being placed in front of a veteran who could use a win or two so that your bruised ego can heal some..
Putting aside your little love triangle unfolding. You want to reach your newest goals. Find that spark you last had not with the Xtreme Title but with the Title that put you in a spotlight. The title that helped secure that Rookie of the Year in XWF back in 2023. That wasn't that long ago and for you, it seems like just yesterday that you..
Mattered.
Not saying you have been useless. Far from it. I’ve had a draw once before while defending this TV Title and that was against a King that called himself Prince.
I get where you're coming from though. You called this Title something that belonged to you but if you put your TWO reigns up against my CURRENT reign? Yours seems so secondary doesn't it?
All I’m saying is that if this belt is YOURS then why is it that you haven't been involved with it since the year of your little bit of praise as Rookie of the Year?
You weren't even a rookie!
You went onto win the Xtreme Title and cool, I did that as well. It's a constant rush having to watch your back holding that belt. Respectable but I don't care what anyone says, holding the Xtreme doesn't quite stack up to being the Television Champion.
Hot take?
In the official listing of Champions, it is right under the Universal but is it really? It's a belt where you don't have to earn anything. Not even the opportunity to win because an element of surprise can take place anywhere. It's a sport without actual sport. Like backyard wrestling..
Which.. I mean, same same ain't it? At least with being the Xtreme Champion. You want to fit in? You want to be accepted? Maybe grab a partner and dosey doe your ass to the Tag Division. They need more bodies..
I’m trying to be helpful. Give you some direction for when you DON'T find yourself back in time because this isn't 2023, it's 2024 and here and now is me as THE Television Champion!”
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Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Of course, I remind myself. Plenty of times. Who hasn't had that feeling? I didn't find an intruder but I found little things that left me questioning everything. A cup I know I hadn't used was sitting on the coffee table in the living room. My Sunflower right outside the front door had been watered. I found nothing broken. That was just the first day after hearing something in the shower..
This was day 3.
Was I being paranoid? I sat for hours in complete silence. Checking my phone, the keypad was as loud as it had gotten. I wanted to hear everything and every little sound caused a stir.
Was I going crazy? They had a word for this. Stir Craze? I’m sure there was a more expensive word out there but let me save my money on the use of it. I wasn't crazy.
Something, someone was fucking with me. I just had to prove it..
I checked every room. Every closet. I knew the places to look because I have lived that lifestyle before. Back when I was with Josslynn. We had broken into places in every city, stayed in houses that belonged to other people. Ate their food, slept in their beds, used their toilet paper. Nothing was off limits and sometimes?
Sometimes the residents were home when we stayed overnight. That was part of the risk and it was a rush!
Was my experience with that helping the panic I was having now? I couldn't be sure but I was invested and wanted to find out. It was late. Two AM by the lit up numbers on my phone and I could feel my eyes getting heavy.
“I’ll just close my eyes for a few minutes..” I mutter as my head falls back against the couch and the view of the world I had of my living room turns black behind my eyelids.
*Shuffle in the Distance*
My head shoots up and turns to the left. Towards the hallway leading deeper into the house and I saw it! “Got you, bitch!” A shadow against the wall scurried away as I leapt up from the sofa and rushed down the hallway.
I kicked in the spare bedroom door. That would need to be replaced. I found nothing inside but some stacked boxes and empty space. The hallway had a closet and a half bathroom. I checked both and found much of the same. Nothing.
“Who is in my house!?” I called out. Expected nothing and got nodda. Could I be so withdrawn from sleep that I was seeing shadows? I know some drugs can create that illusion but I had barely smoked weed in the last 2 days. “I’m gonna find you..” I reassured myself that I wasn't going nuts and that someone was in my house. I wouldn't accept anything else..
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“You want to chase acceptance? It's been your word for the last few matches for you. It's the ONE thing you seek most but why? What do you gain from being accepted? Friends? Respect?
You're a foolish man, Dionysus. Everything has an expiration date. Everything. Friendships, relationships, milk, title reigns and careers. Life expires.
There lies your biggest flaw. You care what other people think about you. You want to be thought of as a top name in this business when the simple fucking truth of it is that anytime people hear the name Dionysus these days. It's not you they think of, it's the guy on the table painted blue at the Opening of the Olympics.
I don't know the exact lore behind it. I didn't build a personality based on a mythical being but I understand where your vanity would want to be accepted..
The simple fucking truth is that you're ‘Dio’ and I am the DiOGee because the G ain't in you and neither is a W when you're in the ring with me!
Accept that shit..”
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Four fucking days!
I felt like a prisoner because I didn't want to leave knowing, thinking that someone was in my house. I was locked in and so were they. I took a few naps in the living room so that I could hear the front door. The deadbolt made a lot of noise and I was a light sleeper when and if I was able to get any sleep at all.
That's where my plan had formed. I had the idea to pretend to be asleep and try to catch my mouse like that. It didn't work but the bad idea gave me a better one.
“I NEED SOME SLEEP!”
The volume of my voice roared a bit throughout the house. I did so on purpose as I stood up from the dining room table. Slapping my open palms against the surface of the table. I wanted to sell it as truth. Maybe in part, it was.
The plan was easy enough. I had the bracelet!
While I didn't know enough about it to be playing with its magic. I tried it a few times and I knew by now that it did more than just put someone to sleep. The ‘dreams’ were always on location. I wasn't taken to some dream world. I was where I laid my head down.. The last time? I stood there looking down at myself, standing next to my own bed and watching my body just.. Lay there.
It removes all of your own memories. I can't recall my own name while I’m having these bracelet ‘dreams’ but if someone else is nearby? It's like gravity pulls you into their bodies. You hear what they are thinking. You feel what they are feeling while never getting a chance to actually SEE them. It's almost like you are in their consciousness.
It was a magic I knew very little about. A Bracelet I stole in Italy from some men from the Church. I’ve yet to see them or anything ‘Holy’ about this damn thing.. But it provided me with an opportunity.
I needed sleep AND I needed to know that someone else was in my house. Here to take what isn’t theirs. To take from me.. I had to know..
Letting the plan play through my head. I laid down on my bed in the back room of the house. My right arm lifted, my wrist brought up to my face. I look at the bracelet. Examining the details. It has a tube under the golden decoration. It seemed there was a stick of some sort inside the tube.
My bedroom door was closed but I left the light on in the hallway. Letting my eyes turn to the beam of light that poured in from under the door. I wanted to be able to see any shadows that might interrupt that light.
I had a plan in place.. “Goodnight, Jason.” Bringing the bracelet to my lips, I press against it like I was Prince Charming and it was my Sleeping Beauty.
Was I crazy? I would find out. I accepted the outcome whatever that might be.
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“You want respect? Take that shit out of someone's chest! Everyone does one or two things when facing conflict. Flight or Fight. Run or Step the fuck up.
I earn mine through fight. Ask Alex Garcia.. I beat him. I gave him another L in his short time in XWF and what did he do? He asked me to come over to XHW and TEAM with him for a Trios tournament. I didn't ask for his respect. I didn't seek his acceptance.
Does Elli accept you? As someone who married his Best Friend and then lost that and a wife as well? I'm in no position to give you advice. As someone who is credited by the SIMPire as to why a relationship broke up RIGHT before I ended up married. I shouldn't even be commenting on anyone's relationship..
However…
If you think you found someone that can put a single flower in the minefield of your life? Lay poison down to keep the bugs from disturbing that. That in the overall of things becomes your most prized possession. I’ve lost one or two. I don't think we can call ourselves human if we haven't.
Chase what will make you happy in life. I say this because I know losing at Relentless is going to suuuuuuck for you..
Man, I can't even imagine!
All jokes aside..
I am who the fuck I am and with that comes trouble. Toxicity that I am tired of trying to outrun!
You want what I have? You're bigger than me. Stronger than me. Probably far more educated but inside that ring? Bring a booksmart hardback and I will beat you with it not because I’m soooo hardcore but because I do what I do like I’m doing it as a hobby and not getting paid for it.
I LOVE this shit!
The fight.
The reach across the ring with an opportunity to break someone's spirit and watch in their eyes when that moment of realization comes. That SAME realization you will have for the THIRD fucking time because as it stands, I have beaten you in AW. I beat you in Greece and we went to a draw here in XWF.
At Relentless? I make it Three and we can call it a goddamn Sweep..
It's only a rivalry if there is a balance in the overall and my Orange Juice haired friend, you are swimming in a wave pool with weights around your ankles and the current is strong..”
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It was cold without being cold. So many thoughts racing around but every single one of them came at a distance as if they weren't my own. A bedroom that felt familiar and a body that I recognized but didn't know the name of. I was here but not. Confusion was consuming the moment but with it came a peace that felt like a warm blanket being wrapped around you on a cold night.
Everything had a faded color to it. A hue of gray that I wanted to touch because it didn't look right. Like a water painting done over a canvas that didn't work for water colors. The longer you stare at something, the more it seemed like the gray was going to run.
“What am I doing?” I tried to say but the words couldn't be forced out in a voice. I heard them just in an echo. “Hello? Hey, wake up!” My echoed inner voice calls out to the body on the bed but not a syllable is spoken. The man was covered in tattoos and I felt a strong connection to him as he slept or laid there dead. I wasn't sure. Turning around, I didn't know what to do.
The bedroom door opened. A shadow creeps in onto the ceiling as a figure peeks in from behind the door. Like a zipline with bullet train speed, I was pulled towards them.
“Is he asleep?” Not a voice but a thought. ”Such a hard headed prick..” The thought created a theater of memory that played in every direction like a house of mirrors.
“Sorry kid..”
A voice remembered that lays over me as pain sends shockwaves through me. The flesh was bruised but there was a disheartening pain of trust being broken. Betrayal but not knowing why. Not understanding the cause. A disappointment that fell over the movie of memory like a fresh snowfall.
“I just wanted your approval.. To make you.. Proud.. To be.. Family..”
The feeling of the words carried a sickening to the stomach. A flashing of images. A few people appear. An old man under a bridge, a few couples that give way to the feeling of what ‘family’ was supposed to be but wasn't. Then a girl. She was older and had black hair. Seeing her brought in a warm breeze.
“I better get something to eat before he wakes up.” The thoughts came as the bedroom door was pulled closed. The hallway gave a tightness like walls closing as he passed down them. Turning to enter the kitchen, I feel his hand grip the refrigerator handle. The squinting of his vision turns his head away as the lights shine out into the otherwise dim kitchen.
“He needs to go shopping..”
Each new voice that enters into his thoughts, I started feeling a familiar presence. There was a rising heat that I didn't think was his but my own.
Being YANKED away in the same way I was brought to him. It was fast and rushed like a bullet being shot. Everything was blurry. The kitchen, the hallway, I flew down it. I wanted to reach out and grab something. The bedroom door blacked everything out and then I saw the man on the bed again.. What was his nam–
“Aaaaaaghh!”
Jolting up in bed. I was gasping, sweating like a hot night had blistered my skin. Shaking my head, I felt drunk as I threw my feet off the bed. The first step was always the worst. Stepping into a pothole, I almost lost my balance. The second step came better prepared as I turned and moved towards the door.
Everything started coming back to me. What I had done. What I could recall about the ‘dream’ and who might be in my house.
“Who are you?” I shouted as I got the door open and shouldered against the wall. I was wobbled and unbalanced. It was almost like being drunk without having drank.
I could hear the clanking of noise from the kitchen. I wanted to get there. To see that these noises weren't just in my head. That someone WAS there but I was gonna need a minute before whipping their ass. They had nowhere to hide. Their only option was to run for the door or face me.
I stopped in the hallway. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. I had to get ready. I had to shake off this drowsiness.
“Been a while..” The voice spooked me out of my socks. If I was wearing any, they’d have come right off. Eyes open, I look at a familiar face staring back at me.
“Elm?”
He walks closer and his face forms a smile. From the looks of it, he has seen better days. I could smell him from where I was standing.
“Sorry about the phrogging..”
Seeing that I was having a rough time getting my balance. Elm reaches out to lend a hand. An opportunity knocked.
I punched him in the face..
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“I’m ready for this.. I have little else and am chasing even less than what I am doing right now with this Championship. When I first came to XWF, I found more potholes than I found solid ground.
I have been through.. Fuck, four relationships in my time with this company?
That can't be right..
Some shit just really ain't meant for everyone. This title, the schedule, the drive, the motivation to just keep going..
It's like a drug!
At the end of every high comes a fall. A time to sober up. To catch your breath but Dio, I am not ready to breathe anything but the air of this Title, this division because it IS the Work Horse Championship!
You want to take MY spot? Out work me when the bell goes ding. Out work me when the cameras are on and the words get spoken. Some will argue that it's spooky season. Friday the 13th adds to that feeling but for me, the Season begins in July and ends when JASON finalizes in November.
That means I’m in Mid Season form and you're just starting to decide if you’ll go as Carrot Top or Lindsey Lohan come October.
I don't doubt you have the talent to beat me, Dio.. I just don't think you have the killer instinct to get the job done. So for our match, this last one? I will show you that instinct when I put you away like I caught you fucking in the woods and I'm prowling lakeside.
Here, lemme give you a preview. I’m a special, special boy!”
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~=~ Bonus Scene ~=~
I don't know about the opposite sex.. But one of the most prized times of the day for a guy is being able to take a nice comfortable shit!
There were preparations for this shit. I had plans for it. Got my headphones on, my phone set up on the counter. Pants and underroos at my ankles, I rubbed my hands together.
“Let's call Theo!” I proclaimed with a sense of excitement. It had been a while. Tapping the screen of my phone, I get his number and push to call. Video call. This was a time to bond. Our time.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again.”
“Say huh?” That didn't seem right. Quickly (Because I could feel it prairie dogging) I clicked his name on contacts. It went back to the same automated message.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again.”
I sighed. “Damn..”