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Jason Cashe Offline
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(loved by some; hated by some; dips between clean/dirty)


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01-23-2022, 11:17 AM

Sunday.
Interstate 15.
Noon.


It was bumper to bumper as the lowering sun was midway through setting. The heavy traffic was in part due to an accident a few hundred feet down the road. The Southbound 93 Exit was the detour to help clear up traffic as the flow of rush hour started to pick up. A black minivan skids to a stop at the exit entrance. The sliding side door opens and out stumbles Jason Cashe.

He wasn't completely naked. He had briefs that seemed a size or two too small as he turned and tried to catch his cell phone. It hit the pavement. The minivan peels off and takes the exit, disappearing around the bend. Cars honk, a few whistles and hollers for him to get out of the road. Like he wanted to be there..

Wait, let's not start here. Go back to where we last left off.

1/19/22
Vegas


Cashe got surrounded in a bathroom at a Casino Bar. At least 3 Small People which in normal size comparison was almost 2 Normal People. One of them had a taser pressed against Cashe's right buttcheek. "Well.. shit…"

"The boss wants to see you, he wants his Money!" One of the Little People that came out of the broom closet says, taking point among them.

"And I wanted to motorboat Betty White.. We don't always get what we want in life."

"Are we going to have to do this the hard way Jason?" The words were serious but Cashe couldn't remove his smile if he wanted to. "You owe us 100 grand!"

"You know I'm good for it. I have that in a duffle bag back at the house.." Cashe informs them and he wasn't lying. He has plenty of money, he just enjoys fucking with the Midget Mafia. "Let me go and get that, make sure my chick is good and I'll come and see the Don. Fair?"

"No more tricks?" Another one of the Small People, the smallest of the bunch says.

"I can maybe promise that.. Sure." Cashe tells him but his head is shaking slightly from left to right.

"Don't play. Make it fast because next time? We won't hold a conversation." They wanted to sound as threatening as possible and maybe Cashe was underselling them too much. The one with the taser jabbed at Cashe's buttcheek before falling into place as one by one and in single file, they left the bathroom. Which placed a song in Cashe's head almost instantly.

"Hi, Ho, Hi, Ho, we're off to work we go!" He laughs as he heads back out to where Riddle was last seen. Notice he didn't wash his hands? Smh shameful.

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"Since signing to XWF, the path has been paved with a few potholes. Set to debut at Bad Medicine, our original opponents bailed after talking a big game on twitter but failing to show up for work. They were replaced at the last minute with Can-Am Connection. An underhanded pitch and we knocked it out of the park. The 'shocker' wasn't that we won, it was that Them No Good Bastards returned to XWF after that very match! TK needed a breather, vacation, whatever the case was. We expected him, we expected both of them..

What happened after that though? Nothing was said. Nothing was done, you seemingly moved on after bringing out the cinder blocks. That attack at Bad Medicine was two in a row for you. You lumped us up pretty good before OCW purged. Helicopter came down.. It was a whole thing and we wanted more so we came here looking for you! We could have waited, debuted after you returned and used your return to make our intro. No, we didn't NEED to hide our coming here because at the end of the day? We beat you in between the sound of two bells. The start and finish of a match. Ding, Ding.

But then It became a waiting game after Bad Medicine and we waited. Bourbon poured his last shot and by the time Christmas came, we decided to open your 'present' with a big ass Candy Cane during the XMas Special! We were done waiting!

Now all of this is important because it shows where the tallies are in this back and forth we've had. It tells the tale of this being more than just some filler on a PPV. I'm ready for this, I'm anxious for this.. It's gonna do more than tickle but I'm tickled for the sound of the bell. It's in between the bells where I will be most prepared and where my smile will not fall from my face!"


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1/20/22
Malibu, CA


"We just got here!" Josslynn turns back to Cashe as they enter her apartment. "Why do you have to go back?" She sounded suspicious as she let Winston, her hairless cat down to run free.

"I have a meeting with Chris Page tomorrow. Plus.." He lifts up a duffle bag and shows it to her. "I might as well pay the little people. They might kill your cat or something."

Josslynn scoffs. "Yeah, ok."

"Never know.." Pulling his keys from his pocket, they clank around as she steps in closer to him.

"I know you better be careful!" Leaning up, she kisses him. "Hurry back.."

"Will do. Mmmm.." He grabs her tightly and kisses her again. She was like a shot of adrenaline for him. Part of him wanted to say he loved her, he surely felt it but the word had lost some meaning in the last few months and he surely didn't want it to be the peak before things started going downhill. She steps inside and closes the door as Cashe argues with himself if he should leave or stay. Grunting, he turns and heads back towards the parking lot where his rental was parked. Under his breath as he unlocks and enters the car, he says. "Let's get this over with…"

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"Now, I'm not some asshole! Don't get me wrong, I know full well what I am getting into. I know full well that Thunder Knuckles is no push over! Hell, you just beat Robert Omega and he's.. A name I guess? Not familiar but I'm sure he doesn't know me either. That's what I like about this company, people don't see me coming. People won't pass credit as I rise or take me seriously before they stand across from me.. It's the beauty of me not being this flashy name that needs and desires attention.

Don't hit Like, don't RT or subscribe, it doesn't change my approach. I'm just a basic motherfucker, a real simple man who simply seeks to put it to you so come kick it with the DiOGee and we shall see who leaves on their own and who gets laid down in the playground. I'm ready for ANYTHING to come my way.. I know you will be as well because a Bastard is, if nothing else, prepared for war!"


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1/22/22
Vegas


"Just think about it. It's business and I believe we can do big business together!" Chris Page says as he extends a hand to Jason Cashe. Upon taking the hand and shaking it, Cashe responds.

"I couldn't agree more! I'll put some thought into it but right now.." Cashe shakes his head a bit, he realizes he was higher than he thought he was. "I'm high as fuck!"

"That was some premium stuff!" Patting Cashe to the outside shoulder, Chris Page took a step away. "I'm glad we got to talk and I look forward to hearing from you!"

"Yeah man, no doubt. I will call you soon!"

"Good to hear! You have yourself a good night Cashe!" Page says as he turns and steps into the open door at the back of the limo. The driver standing and holding it open for the XWF Hall of Famer.

"Be easy.." Cashe finds himself suffering from cottonmouth. It was like super glue had been sprayed along his tongue. It wasn't his only predicament as he wasn't entirely sure where he had parked his rental. "Doood! Where's my car?" He laughs as he stumbles off to the right of the diner where he had his meeting with Page.

He started pushing the button on his keychain to unlock the car just to try and find the car itself. He can hear the horn sound and turns around to see it at the other side of the diner entirely. "I parked it over here? Well alright!" He stumbles to the car and fidgets to get the key in the hole. As the door is unlocked and he opens the door, he notices the back tire is flat. "Ohh what the fuck?!" He was not wanting to change a tire right now.

The snapping sound of a high powered taser cackles as Cashe suddenly arches back and goes into convulsions before collapsing onto the cold ground. Out of the shadows appear a handful of Small People. A Van pulls up at the front of Cashe's rental, the sliding door opens and more midgets appear as they collect Jason Cashe.

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"The Xtreme style of Wrestling isn't for the sensitivities of the world. Everyone has a story to tell and in those stories, you find that today, more people shed crocodile tears. You have people who at least once a month go 'dark', rage quit, stomp their feet and hide behind a complaint because things aren't going as they think they should. Or that they aren't being praised and handed success as they feel should be thrown at their feet. They seek Likes and RTs as a means of feeling like they matter when in truth, they are just sad individuals looking to be pet and that has spread faster than Covid or Crack addiction did in the 80s.

I say these things because they are truths that get hidden behind the 'normal' today. You MUST not offend the sensitive. You must not speak a truth if it goes against what others believe. Like a Crusade where you either convert or you are cancelled. Well that doesn't quite work for guys like us TK.. We don't do well in the crowds of many and it is why our circles are limited.

So this style of wrestling be it softcore, hardcore, Xtreme with or without an E or Death Match. It has become something that has been watered down so anyone can do it! It has lost its special fight feel. The brawls of violence are being done so even stripping bitches who turn tricks for taco boxes can compete and let's face it.. That's not Xtreme! People take offense when it becomes too violent. When too much blood is shed or when someone does something that is just considered bad for PR.. Fuck that!

I want you in that ring seeking to offend someone. I want the fans in the audience to sit with their jaws dropped as we slip our dicks in their mouths with what we do inside this match. I don't want it pretty, I don't want it to be some backyard dumbshit but you better believe that if needed, I will dig up the yard and bury you like a bone because XWF is now my backyard and I aim to mark my territory…"


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"Where are my clothes?" Cashe who looked like he just woke up. He had drool laid over his beard. Tied to a chair, Cashe shook trying to get free. It was a lot of duct tape. The snapping cackle and blue spark lights up the room as he howls out being tased again. "Fuu-uu-uuck Y--ooo-oouu!"

The snapping stops as the light dies. "Where is my money Jason?" The red tip of a cigar places a hue over the face of a decently tall midget. One could argue he was too big to be a midget, Cashe's Sister was almost that short. "I am tired of you disrespecting my patience.."

"Heh.." Breathing heavy from the jolts of electricity. "You do seem short on patience!"

"Where is my money?" The question had some anger behind it. "You don't want us coming after those you care about. We will kill your pretty little girlfriend's cat!"

"Ha! I told her!" Cashe was way too happy about hearing that. Like he had won some unspoken bet between him and Josslynn. "I think I'd put money on the cat though.. He might be from hell. Or space, he has an ET look about him honestly.."

"I don't CARE about the fucking cat!"

"Calm down, why so serious? You'll get your money. I won't even short you.. Heh.." Cashe couldn't help himself with the jabs.

"Why are you such a Son of a Bitch?" The Boss of the Wee Ones raises his voice.

"I'm not, I'm a Bastard!" Cashe replies as he lifts his head and smiles.

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"I am a Bastard.. I AM a Bastard not just because my Momma wasn't married when she decided not to swallow. I am a Bastard because of what I am willing to do inside that ring, what I am willing to do outside of the ring JUST to make a statement! That is what makes me an InGLORIOUS Bastard but this isn't a movie, it's not a war but a baseball bat might knock a thinker loose and I am very much the type to catch a case in the lobby just for the hobby of it! You talk the right shit and I'm GOING to show up to see you face to face. That's just what Bastards do and we don't give two fucks if you take offense or think less of us in how we conduct business.

So Mr. 'Smacktalker Jesus' I am NOT your crucifixion but I am the whip holder and if I need to do it, I will hammer nails into each of your limbs to KEEP YOU DOWN! Let me remind you of the creed of what a Bastard is. You taught me this back in OCW and I have never forgotten these words..

I speak on behalf of the greatness of the Bastard, the glory of the Bastard, and the Righteousness of the Rainbow Laser Death Sequence but I won't need that to beat you, I'll just need to put some SAD on you. That's my finisher and it will be MY outcome that sees MY Hand Raised!

We are Knights of the Bastardly Order! Let ME give you all the salvation you need to truly remind you of that."


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Sunday.
Interstate 15.
Noon.


Waving to another whistling passerby. Cashe leans against the road barrier at the side of the highway. There had been a few offers for a ride from female and male drivers alike. Cashe turned them down as he sat in nothing but his briefs. A car pulls to the side of the road and Cashe wasn't sure who it was at first but the voice was recognized immediately.

"Looks like you could use a lift darlin?"

It was Amber Ryan. She was an amazing Wrestler and Woman in her own right. A name that carries more weight than a faction of Sumo Wrestlers and to Cashe, she was family. The two had history so she was the first call he made. Vegas was her backyard. Approaching the car, he felt even more naked as her eyes gave him an up and down glance. Plopping down into the passenger seat, Cashe pulls the door shut. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.."

Amber was quick to laugh and respond. "Oh my dear brother, I can promise you that someone recorded the half naked guy stranded on the freeway!"

"I know you have a show in Reno. I'm not making you late am I?" In part, he was trying to change the topic but he also cared about her enough to consider what she might be giving up to assist him.

"No, it's on the way. I can drop you off at your place and be on my way."

"Thanks Amber.." Cashe's voice had a soft feeling to it. He loved Amber, adored her and she was always good to him.

"For you? It's not a problem."

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"The morale of it all is simple. Them No Good Bastards are mighty, they are the epitome of what a Tag Team should be but when you expect a full sized challenge and then find yourself with only half of that? The task is still a challenge but I worry that the legs won't let you reach high enough to slap box with the DiOGee.. Much less beat me."

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