"It was here.." There was a slight echo to his voice as Jason Cashe came into view. "The Monument in Rapid City, South Dakota. Do you recognize it?" He says as he turns to the XWF Drone hovering and recording the scene.

The very same parking lot where Charlie Nickles attacked Cashe with a sledgehammer late last month. "This is where we were officially introduced in person. Where a challenge became a reality.." A grin stretches from the right corner of his mouth. "You said you wanted Raion's friends and to your credit? You did what sooo many others SAY they will do but never do. You showed up. You came and GOT my attention, no, you TOOK my attention because you chased it down and hit it with a sledgehammer!

You wanted this and it wasn't because of who I was friends with. Your initial claim was that I attacked you after some match. I remember putting paws on Marf but not you. You just needed a reason, a window, no matter how small the opening was because somewhere deep down?"

His arms lifting to his sides before they fall. "You wanted this because you want one more accolade to help sell your worth to everyone. The doubters who say you're not shit. The ones who don't give you credit for being booked on damn near every show under the XWF banner! You wanted this because you already beat Raion before anyone else did. You beat North Korean War Criminal, it has been YOU that has worked harder than even the current XWF Champion..

Yet where do you get credited for any of it?

Even with you getting shot after shot against Alias, you are STILL just a Backup Bastard, a sidekick in B.O.B. and it EATS at you that in the two times you've tried to say something to me, you've been told I was cool or you needed to take a walk by the two men who you staying humping the legs of! So much so that it's hard to tell the difference between a Nickles promo and one done by Them No Good Bastards!

I can tell the difference.

They are an original product and you're just a bootleg version like you were birthed off Wish.com! No matter what success you have otherwise, they are the TRUE fame to your name!

Shoutout to the homies, Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles!

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie..

"It's why you try so hard to make pervy jokes, stand at the line of racism or do things that HR and reality shakes its head at and sighs. You do these things because to you, they help you stand out. All that you do, all that you have done has just not been enough to change the perception of you.."

Slowly, Cashe turns in place. A complete circle and as the XWF Drone follows in that circle, the whole parking lot is picked up in full. "Your challenge had potential. You requested it but with everything that you have going on. I didn't expect it to come so soon, not that I am complaining.

I'm grateful. Grateful that before you go and compete at the Cannabis Cup for the XWF Championship in yet another losing fashion, you will step into not just a match but a FIGHT with me. Now, I'm not lined up to get a shot at Alias anytime soon. Maybe never but I'm not looking too deep into the future when the present stays filled with enough to excite me! You're up next. I'm intrigued. You have my attention and Them No Good Bastards won't be there to tell you to chill this time! I want to find out just how tough you really are but I can't say there hasn't been some disappointment…"

While there wasn't anything going on at the Arena tonight, there were a few vehicles in the parking garage. Maintenance crews and what not. Cashe approached one of the pickup trucks and from the truck bed, he pulled out a sledgehammer. Holding it up like it was a sword being wielded. He stared at it.

"My disappointment lies here." A brief explanation but as he continues, it becomes more clear. "For all you have done. For all you have claimed.. You brought a sledgehammer?" He laughed but it was more of a Heh than a Ha Ha.

"You will look down on me, try to downplay me. You will tell me in great detail how I am beneath you. You will try to discredit me and you might even use Anarchy to do so. That's fine, I expect that from you because without low hanging fruit to grab on, you don't have the reach to really dig beyond that. Yet in all of your words of proof that you are better, in all the praise you want given to you, you came to Anarchy and you NEEDED a sledgehammer to make first contact!

You needed an equalizer. From Marf, from a limo you knew I would walk up on. You used the respect I have for Them No Good Bastards to gain the upperhand and in that, I see your true colors. I see that you needed some assistance because without it, without all those tricks you played, you just are not SURE you can beat me.

You bragged recently that you beat my ass!

Bitch, you hit me once with a sledgehammer! Cold cocked me at that! What did you beat down? You hightailed it after, like you really tried to flex and that was what you came up with?" Cashe made a tsking sound as his head shook from side to side slightly. "Tell you what though.."

Leaning towards the XWF Drone, Cashe says in a whisper.

"Come Portland? I won't be blindsided. There won't be an element of surprise because I KNOW you are capable of winning! So come Portland? I will show you just how capable I can be when I come at you face to face.. You will SEE me coming at you!

I promise you that!"

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"You shouldn't do that by yourself.."

Theo Pryce sat across from Cashe as they were sitting at a small circular table. A few candles were lit but it was gloomy and dark otherwise.

"Then do it with me! Don't be scared!" Cashe snickers as he places his hands on a planchette which sat on top of a Ouija Board. "I mean, it is made by Hasbro.."

Theo doesn't verbally reply, instead his head just shakes from side to side. "I'm good. I'm just here for moral support." Looking around, someone who is usually present, wasn't. "Why isn't Josslynn here?"

"She is doing a photoshoot. I don't need her at the risk of getting possessed anyway.."

"But you'll risk it?" Theo asks.

"I am on good terms with a few Demons already, I'll be fine!" Taking a deep breath, Cashe adds. "Write down anything that gets spelled. Be helpful, ya?"

"So glad you called me.." Theo says as he picks up the pen and slaps a pad of paper onto the table in front of him.

"Hello.. I am trying to reach the demon known as Demos, I just want to talk. Are you there, Demos?" Nothing. The planchette doesn't move under Cashe's fingertips. He tries again. "Demos, are you there? I want to ask you some questions about Charlie Nichols.."

The planchette slides across the board, going into a pattern almost immediately. That pattern was a figure eight. "Quit playing!" Theo blurts out. "You're doing that!"

"I'm not!" Cashe removed his fingers, the sudden movement had surprised him and as soon as his fingers lifted, the piece moved an inch before stopping. He would deny that he gave it a push. "See!"

"Is it cold in here to you?" Theo asks as he slowly looks around through the darkness of the room. The place seemed to have been abandoned for a number of years. The wallpaper was peeling, the floor had debris scattered around. "We shouldn't be here.."

"I want to contact Demos."

"For what? It was a stupid name anyway!" Theo was trying to play off his growing eeriness.

"Okay Enigma.." Cashe responds with a long stare across the table at his representation. Again his fingertips touchdown against the Planchette. "Demos, are you there?"

Nothing happens. "I want to ask you about Charlie, do you remember Charlie Nichols?" The marker scratches across the surface of the board and begins to hit letter after letter. Theo hurries to write it down. "That.. Useless… Fat.. Fuck."

"Heh!" Theo laughs. "I think that was a Local Circuit name people called Nickles at one time. This might be Demos, you couldn't have known that!"

"How can we be sure this is really Demos?" The planchette again begins to move around. Normally you would stick to yes and no questions but this was a powerful entity. "Thus.. saith.. Demos?" Cashe looks perplexed. "The fuck is saith?"

Theo grins at Cashe's confusion. "It's archaic I think."

"I barely know English." Cashe reapplies his hands to the planchette. "What is Charlie's weakness?"

The Planchette slowly glides over letters and a name is spelled out.

E-M-I-L-Y

"Who the hell is Emily?" Cashe wasn't sure of the name.

"That's Nickles' daughter.."

The looks of shock filled Cashe's stare as he looked over at Theo. "This dude has a kid?!" He says as his head shakes from left to right a few times. "That's fucked up.."

"He has a few, I believe.." Theo wasn't positive. He wasn't exactly taking notes of everyone's private life.

Cashe tried to let it go and move past it but the idea just sat weird to him. "This is the exact reason Abortion should be basic healthcare.. That's wild!"

"Children are the Future."

"Fuck them Kids! That dude should be chemically castrated! I feel bad for his children, they GOTTA BE UGLY! I'd change my name like Ted Bundy's daughter did.."

The weirdness of it was still lingering. Cashe wasn't done talking to this Demon, this 'Demos' who knew Cashe's opponent better than maybe anyone else does. An entity that has been INSIDE of Nickles. "Demos, can you tell me about anything Charlie hated?"

The piece of plastic moves around, again spelling out a word by the letter. It spells out:

B-O-Bitches Demos spelt out slowly.

"Well damn.. Hahaha!" Cashe liked that answer. Not because he had hate for the Bastards but because of how things must have gone since Demos was last around. "Wait, so Nickles had beef with BOB at one time?"

"Ohhh yeah! I think the bond they have now came during the times when they were fighting and feuding. He even beat TK for the Television Title at one point!"

"Interesting, like with me kind of…" Cashe was taking in the information. Looking back down, Cashe had so many questions he wanted to ask. Some related to Nickles and others were about the other side. He knew he needed to stay on topic. "Do you miss Charlie?"

The cursor moves up to the 'No', circling it before resting over it and settling. "I have with me a body replacement for you.." Cashe says and quickly the eyes of Cashe and Theo meet as Cashe adds. "His name is Theo Pryce.. Are you interested, Demos?" The planchette scurries across the board and stops, hovering over the word 'yes'.

Theo gasps. His eyes wide, he stares at the board and then up at Cashe who was devilishly grinning from ear to ear. "Whaa.." Theo tried to speak but his voice wasn't working. Laughter fills the haunting silence as Cashe falls back in his chair.

"You've been moving it this whole time haven't you?!" In a scoffing voice, Theo felt played, pranked.

"Of course, this shit ain't real!" Shoving the planchette towards Theo. "Did I mention it's made by Hasbro? You buy this shit where you can get Monopoly and CandyLand.."

The lights flicker throughout the whole house. Both Cashe and Theo look around at the dancing light show. "I suppose this is you as well?" Theo scoffs.

"Nah must be a short somewhere.." The look he was getting, he added. "What? That ain't me!"

"Sure.." He didn't believe Cashe. "Are we done here?" Theo says as he stands up from the table. "You staged all of this didn't you?" Shaking his head at the thought. "I'll be outside.."

"Come on! It was a joke!"

Leaving the board and the table, Jason Cashe jogs after Theo as the two leave this abandoned building. As the room sits once again desolated of human life, the planchette jumps. It scoots and moves around the Ouija surface slowly. Touching letters on the board, there was nobody to read out the word it was spelling all on it's own..

J-A-S-O-N

The cursor creeps to 'Good Bye' before dying of movement for the final time. The lights lit up and remained on.

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Sitting at the edge of a bed in some Hotel Room. Jason Cashe was watching Wrestling on the TV, straight off Youtube, he was getting highlights from matches of the past. Moments highlighting the opponent he was set to scrap with.

"I'm sorry Bobby.. TK.. Truly, I am sorry that the first commandment of Thy Bastards has to be broken once more. Charlie asked to be fuckithed with! Do these guidelines count towards shitty Bobby replacement players?"

Cashe gives a snicker, he came to know the Commandments of Thy Bastards the hard way. In a hands on battle with Thunder Knuckles back at Fire & Ice.

"See Charlie boy, you might have the job of flag bearer in BOB and with Them Bastards but you have a flaw.. Take Marf for example, former friend turned rival turned friend again. The same can be said about Them No Good Bastards right? You fought against them at one time and even in beating TK for the TV Title, you were the lesser man. You came to the conclusion that if you can't rise above them, that you would JUMP at the chance to become ONE of them! You could argue against this but you need BOB, you need the Bastards, they don't need you!

Do they even really LIKE you?! Show me where other than in having an extra body to fill their ranks are you liked by ANYONE? IIW wants you back? That Bastards Co-Sign did that for you.. OCW wants you? Ain't Nuttin But a Bastards Thang! With that being said.. I present another Commandment to consider.

Thou shalt not covet anything that belongs to your Bastardly Brothers..

Yet you covet what they have, the spot in the spotlight where they stand, you strive to achieve! Would you gain that acceptance if you beat Alias for once? Doesn't matter, you can't accomplish that. We've seen that outcome a few times haven't we? Be it Sarah Lacklan or Alias more recently? That Uni Title will never be your new Goldi.."

Grinning as he wipes the corners of his mouth. Cashe continues. "TK told ERRRRYBODY that after Fire & Ice to keep all eyes on me like I'm Pale Skin Shakur and this match, against you is my Hit Em Up. Fuck Connie, fuck your children, fuck Demos, fuck Marf, Barney is cool, Oswald is a big bastard but you? I see someone hurting to be more than the Pawn piece on the Chess Board.

You've evolved to fit right in with the XWF Product. You say shit for shock value, you have grown but you're shit isn't surgical, let me show you your own precision.."

Cashe clears his throat.

"You're entering this match because you cried like a rape victim and I'm wearing the ski mask coming to take it by force. I will deflower your whispering eye! This match will be MY Shangri-La! I'm entering the ring, bending you over and FUCKING you with a LONG stroke D that has a bend in the base, you can call it an L and it will soon be inside you or placed on your face!"

Shaking off his voice change to sound more like Charlie. Cashe smiles, he just didn't need to play those chords to get over.

"With as many people as you have beaten, retired as I have heard you brag. You are also a direct cause for many others to either not tune in and those who have left altogether. You are an uncomfortable person to have around and it is no WONDER why at every chance they get, Them No Good Bastards are always knocking your intelligence, your presence even.

So once more for those in the back who can't hear me.. You're a fucking Subordinate in BOB even while fighting for THE Title! At best, an intern hired when TK needed a fill in for Bobby and you just stuck around because after the losing your family, being 'possessed' by a losing streak Demon named Demos, you found a golden ticket to fucking matter for once!

Let's face facts, you've got Grand High PoohBOB envy and Wooo weeeee! It's showing!"

Standing up from the bed's edge, Cashe has seen enough of the highlights on Youtube. He has everything he needs to be as ready as he is gonna be for this bout. Scratching the scar tissue where his right nipple used to be, he lets his thoughts linger for a moment.

"Charlie boy.. You wanted this, I say it again because now, more than before, I want it as well. Two dogs that more people dislike than appreciate. We seek to leave bite marks and know very well that the top fangs grab hold as the bottom teeth pull flesh from your person. Let us leave marks to remember each other by..

Bang.." Cashe says with a shit eating grin on his face as he makes both of his hands into guns and places the 'barrels' at each side of his head, against his temples. "Bang."