Post by Jason Cashe on Jun 2, 2016 0:10:41 GMT
"Ahhh a joyful day! Upon hearing the news, more the rumors of an eventual merger with Fight One. NJFC will be making a move. Some argue smart while others turn their noses to it. The whispers of the rumors turned to more than such when Fight One Tweeted about it themselves! So it's now more a wonder which names will carry over in that move. Who will resign under the new partnership?"
Standing near a table, Jason Cashe had a cardboard box. Decent sized box open with the wings bent back. His hand rests on the edge of it's side and he peeks inside, showing that the box was empty.
"Now without question I know the people, the past and current reputation of Fight One. I've competed there and have won a match there. I've also allowed a handshake agreement go, deciding not to sign on with them at one time. That's part of the past, it and whatever reputation they MIGHT have had no longer concerns me. What concerns me is what they offer to the table when merging with NJFC.
Does it gain them more recognition? Absolutely. Fight One has the likes of Sally Talfourd. Past names like Shane Clemmens, Keith Daniels and Adrian Morag is and was the MAN anytime he touches something in the Wrestling Profession. So I have no doubt that the deal, whatever it might be will benefit NJFC gaining more attention.
Those against the idea have the right to their opinions. I understand a good portion of the concerns. Some of us choose to be Competitive and not sign onto to follow scripts. Fixing fights doesn't work in Boxing or MMA and it sure as hell doesn't work for plenty in Pro Wrestling. But where has that been PROVEN? That's the question you have to ask yourselves."
Bending down, Cashe grabs something from under the work bench like table. It's a duffel bag and inside was his wrestling gear. Nothing fancy. Shorts, a few pads and a pair of boots. Setting them on the table, next to the box as he looks back to the cameras.
"Often times the reputation of a person, place is hearsay, spoken opinion you hear from someone else. It's becoming rarer that experience dictates an opinion in today's society and I just don't much care for that mindset. Trusted friends, sure. You hear them go on and on about their experience and in your head you let it sit that MAYBE something is a certain way. Then in that moment you have a choice.
To take that opinion, that ONE account of experience and let it become your own view on the matter.
OR You decide to approach with caution. See how things are for yourself, take the step to find those experiences for yourself. How can someone really LEARN about something or somebody without those experiences felt themselves? Hearsay is a grave mistake so many today unfortunately fall into having around them.
Motherfuckers wanting yes men around them. People who drink the same flavor of koolaid that you drink. Life is filled with cults, types of people and Knox and I knew to take the experience for ourselves when we went into Fight One and defeated Jack Carter and Masa Onita. We also wanted the experience for ourselves to see if we could be good enough to win the NJFC Tournament to crown GPC Tag Team Champions and we were. I have the proof to show it..."
To the right of the screen, he reaches out and the camera follows him. On the back of a chair was the GPC Tag Championship. Draped over the chair, it was the only Title Jason Cashe had at the moment. One that he was willing to defend, to compete for as he did throughout the tournament. Holding it up, he looks into the main buckle as his voice comes out crispy.
"This was our reward. Our trophy for outlasting, beating and defeating the teams that stepped before us. In the same ring with us came numerous teams and for their effort they found defeat. Tommy Knox and The "Troubled1" better known as KashVille to remind folks out there just who we were and who we came to be and still WERE when all was said and done. So now the question on how WE feel about this merger... I honestl--"
Stumbling in the door, the camera spins around to find Tommy Knox carrying a mesh bag full of clothes. Cashe had told him about NJFC "moving in" with Fight One. The man took it out of context completely. As he rounds the table to where Cashe was standing, Knox drops the bag at Cashe's feet.
"Done packing. Now tell me where we moving too again?"
"Geezus... You look like shit. No you look like you're about to turn into a White Walker!" Still a little wobbly, Tommy Knox doesn't even seem offended.
"You look like you were still born. Heh nah you look like David Bowie and Ozzy Ozborne had a crack baby! You look like a 12 step program gone WRONG! Hahaha! Okay but seriously, you look lik--"
"Autoparts bitch, chill! You are being loud right now and it's far too bright to try and take insults from a man who bumps uglies with a night light!"
"You'll shut the fuck up! Ain't a bitch better out there for me. I needs my Psyche like your Momma needed an abortion!"
With no strength behind it, Tommy Knox shoves Cashe to the shoulder. He almost falls over from his own shove but Knox holds onto the table to keep himself upright.
"So what's this bullshit about moving?"
"NJFC? I told you man. They merging or being bought out or something by Fight One. Remember Fight One?"
"Ummmm... Sure..." Not seeming to remember it much, Knox lets his glazed over eyes roll trying to recall.
"We stomped out Carter and Masa there?"
"OHHHHHHHH YEAAAAH!!"
"So we not moving, the companies are coming together for a business relationship."
Still looking some confused, Knox looks at the box on the table. Cashe's wrestling gear next to it. He didn't understand or remember what their purpose here was.
"So why did I bring my clothes? Why is your gear here? Are you TURNING on me!? This is like when the white people came to America and stole everything from the Indians. We’re the Indians!"
"What? Where do clothes and a box give you that idea?"
Shrugging, Knox wasn't sure but didn't seem to care much either way. Turning away from Cashe, Knox heads to the counter and grabs the pot of coffee half filled and still hot. No cup required, the fucking moron tips back the pot and drinks from the source. Steam coming from the jar as it rolls out and down the sides of his mouth. He chugs like he doesn't feel the pain from the heat. Cashe begins pointing at him, snickering some even as he comments.
"That's why you work. Because you are dumb to the heat. You do shit like that, take lumps and bumps and don't second think too many things. It's why we get along and argue so much. We are alike in that same sense. We just don't know any better..."
Cashe tosses his GPC Championship over his shoulder and heads to the doors where Knox had come from. Turning back to Knox, Cashe excuses himself for a bit.
"I'm going to check my weed supply. You better not have picked my shit either. I won't pay you like last time..."
"Oh yeah! I left that on the living room table."
Leaving the room, Jason Cashe left Knox with himself to contend with. Lifting a leg, he lets out a wet fart and shivers as he stands down on both feet again. Checking the box, he wasn't sure what it was for.
"I still don't know what the fuck is going on. Did they buy New Japan? Did they buy us? This sounds like some human trafficking shit just to give them something else to take credit for and call themselves the best. We the best, not them. We won those titles, not them. This is some straight up bullshit. You can't buy my love mother fucker! We went through team after team to win these belts. Shit, if it was going to be like this we could have just bought our own, that's what they did. What the fuck is an independent promotion buying an international promotion for anyway? Someone's wires are crossed. I want a goddamn casino since we’re being treated like Indians. We are KashVille, worth more than all the cash value of Fort Knox. This ain't KashVille plus one, fuck that noise.”
Only 5-10 minutes had passed since Cashe had left the room but as he comes back through the doors, a cloud of smoke enters with him. Holding a monster joint in his hand, he almost had to hold it in the palm of his hand. Knox's eyes go wide as he smiles and looks over to his partner.
"Did you roll ALL of it?!"
"No fool, just an ounce of it. I'm not paying for it and letting you smoke it all with me? Here..."
”You forget I legally grow and sell this shit back in Cali, dipshit”
Hitting it before it's passed, Cashe hands it to Knox. Another new addition to Cashe was that he now had BOTH GPC Tag Championships. One on the waist, one over the shoulder.
"Hey! One of those are mine... I carried this team ya know? Don't get any ideas with my DPG championship!"
Pulling the one on his shoulder off, Cashe stiff arms it into the chest of Knox. He stumbles taking hold of his belt while keeping the super joint in hand.
"So have you decided? I know you remember now right? The decision?"
Mouth held closed, cheeks puffed out as well as his eyes at the hit he was holding in his lungs. Knox passes the joint back to Cashe. As he blows the smoke out, he drools and coughs. It was hard not too with weed on this level of quality.
"Yeaaaah... arrrgh!"
"Alright then. To those wondering if YOUR GPC Tag Champions were on board for this move? Our answer is: We're taking our Talents to South Beach!"
"No, no, let's wait and just walk out of the first Title defense! That's so funny and we can see if we can maintain any respect like previous assholes who have done such!"
"Nah fuck that. We could always pawn the titles? See if we get more than I got when I pawned WWA's World Title a few years back. They THANKED me for that you know? Sooo weird but beating Sean Jackson pleases far too many so I shouldn't be surprised."
"How about we chop them up into tiny pieces like you did 4CW's old Purple Extreme Title?"
"Pssh I did that? Nooooo! Me? Heh nah let's do the professional thing this time. The issue for NJFC isn't that they can't live without us. With Fight One behind them, they can find replacements to hold these belts. It's just that we won't be the only ones leaving holes in the ship sailing under Fight One Territory. So this becomes like a Franchise that is young and ALREADY needs to start over, rebuild. For them, I give luck. For us? I give the honor of having been the firsts and NOBODY can take that from us..."
'Literally! We can't be defeated for them! No opponents named to even defend them against. It's like the timer has a slow tick and we've moved on from it. We popped the cherry!"
Even with the joint being passed back and forth as they take turns hitting it and talking. Cashe unstraps his GPC Tag Title from around his waist. Tossing it up into the box on the table. Knox hands Cashe the joint before looking at his half of the Tag belts one last time. He too tosses it inside the cardboard box. Out of sight.
"Done... I liked Japan too… DPG for life, I will always remember the times we’ve had."
Giving Knox back the rolled up Pipe sized joint, Cashe closes the four sided lids of the box. Already on there was a label for mailing. Filled out as if the decision had been made way before the recording of this promo. The moment the rumor started, the moment the decision had been made. Noticing the camera, Cashe acts as if the camera had said something and caught his attention.
"Huh? Why you ask? No it's not fear... Remember once upon a time I beat Sally Talfourd who is currently on the Fight One roster tearing shit up! It's not anything with them personally. This isn't personal. It's a choice and we have chosen to be apart of the process of being managed and booked by people who are rather tainted by their reputation. Their affiliations with Boardwalk which in my professional opinion is the taint of Professional Wrestling. Their past issues are not cause for this, it's more who they do business with. I know Morag and like I've said I like the guy, I just don't like the business they done."
Grabbing a roll of duct tape, Cashe begins sealing the box up. Another cause, another reason for at least part of the decision came to mind.
"How they treated Matt Meyhu? A member of the same Label, FAMILY that I belong too in Unstable? I'm suppose to ignore that? Push that aside and go through with doing business with anything even faintly in relation with them? I hate everything about Boardwalk from the 4CW rejections who reside there sitting at the top of what once use to have value? Fuck each and everyone of them and I try telling them that on Twitter but alas they are but scared little bitches who only target and respond to what comes easy to them. Then you've got their Alpha twats and DLLAL garbage female athletes like Aidan Carlisle in Boardwalk or Troy Tate in Fight One."
"Ha! DLLAL! Dude Looks Like A Lady! Hilarious!"
"The fact is that I hope that NJFC benefits from this in every possible way. I hope they strive and provide entertainment for years to come. It just won't be with me competing there anymore. Not with Fight One attached to them in place of EWC that was in their start. From Bad to Worse and I've got no time for sitting backstage at a great show with nothing but booshit mixed into the foundation. WATCH who else doesn't transfer. It's a loss and one that NJFC will have to crawl it's way out of."
"Heh maybe Johnny Bonecrusher can work his magic. I love cheap parlor Magicians! Dude cracks me up, a walking Slap Comedy Act that guy!"
"Worlds worst form of humor... So it fits the person... Goodbye New Japan Fighting Championship..."
Finishing up the tape job, Cashe takes the joint back from Knox as the two friends and now FORMER GPC Tag Champions share a smoke with some high quality bud.
”I think I'm going to try my luck on Boredwalk, it seems fitting.”
”Don’t joke, that place is a walking septic tank… I’d disown you.”
Standing near a table, Jason Cashe had a cardboard box. Decent sized box open with the wings bent back. His hand rests on the edge of it's side and he peeks inside, showing that the box was empty.
"Now without question I know the people, the past and current reputation of Fight One. I've competed there and have won a match there. I've also allowed a handshake agreement go, deciding not to sign on with them at one time. That's part of the past, it and whatever reputation they MIGHT have had no longer concerns me. What concerns me is what they offer to the table when merging with NJFC.
Does it gain them more recognition? Absolutely. Fight One has the likes of Sally Talfourd. Past names like Shane Clemmens, Keith Daniels and Adrian Morag is and was the MAN anytime he touches something in the Wrestling Profession. So I have no doubt that the deal, whatever it might be will benefit NJFC gaining more attention.
Those against the idea have the right to their opinions. I understand a good portion of the concerns. Some of us choose to be Competitive and not sign onto to follow scripts. Fixing fights doesn't work in Boxing or MMA and it sure as hell doesn't work for plenty in Pro Wrestling. But where has that been PROVEN? That's the question you have to ask yourselves."
Bending down, Cashe grabs something from under the work bench like table. It's a duffel bag and inside was his wrestling gear. Nothing fancy. Shorts, a few pads and a pair of boots. Setting them on the table, next to the box as he looks back to the cameras.
"Often times the reputation of a person, place is hearsay, spoken opinion you hear from someone else. It's becoming rarer that experience dictates an opinion in today's society and I just don't much care for that mindset. Trusted friends, sure. You hear them go on and on about their experience and in your head you let it sit that MAYBE something is a certain way. Then in that moment you have a choice.
To take that opinion, that ONE account of experience and let it become your own view on the matter.
OR You decide to approach with caution. See how things are for yourself, take the step to find those experiences for yourself. How can someone really LEARN about something or somebody without those experiences felt themselves? Hearsay is a grave mistake so many today unfortunately fall into having around them.
Motherfuckers wanting yes men around them. People who drink the same flavor of koolaid that you drink. Life is filled with cults, types of people and Knox and I knew to take the experience for ourselves when we went into Fight One and defeated Jack Carter and Masa Onita. We also wanted the experience for ourselves to see if we could be good enough to win the NJFC Tournament to crown GPC Tag Team Champions and we were. I have the proof to show it..."
To the right of the screen, he reaches out and the camera follows him. On the back of a chair was the GPC Tag Championship. Draped over the chair, it was the only Title Jason Cashe had at the moment. One that he was willing to defend, to compete for as he did throughout the tournament. Holding it up, he looks into the main buckle as his voice comes out crispy.
"This was our reward. Our trophy for outlasting, beating and defeating the teams that stepped before us. In the same ring with us came numerous teams and for their effort they found defeat. Tommy Knox and The "Troubled1" better known as KashVille to remind folks out there just who we were and who we came to be and still WERE when all was said and done. So now the question on how WE feel about this merger... I honestl--"
Stumbling in the door, the camera spins around to find Tommy Knox carrying a mesh bag full of clothes. Cashe had told him about NJFC "moving in" with Fight One. The man took it out of context completely. As he rounds the table to where Cashe was standing, Knox drops the bag at Cashe's feet.
"Done packing. Now tell me where we moving too again?"
"Geezus... You look like shit. No you look like you're about to turn into a White Walker!" Still a little wobbly, Tommy Knox doesn't even seem offended.
"You look like you were still born. Heh nah you look like David Bowie and Ozzy Ozborne had a crack baby! You look like a 12 step program gone WRONG! Hahaha! Okay but seriously, you look lik--"
"Autoparts bitch, chill! You are being loud right now and it's far too bright to try and take insults from a man who bumps uglies with a night light!"
"You'll shut the fuck up! Ain't a bitch better out there for me. I needs my Psyche like your Momma needed an abortion!"
With no strength behind it, Tommy Knox shoves Cashe to the shoulder. He almost falls over from his own shove but Knox holds onto the table to keep himself upright.
"So what's this bullshit about moving?"
"NJFC? I told you man. They merging or being bought out or something by Fight One. Remember Fight One?"
"Ummmm... Sure..." Not seeming to remember it much, Knox lets his glazed over eyes roll trying to recall.
"We stomped out Carter and Masa there?"
"OHHHHHHHH YEAAAAH!!"
"So we not moving, the companies are coming together for a business relationship."
Still looking some confused, Knox looks at the box on the table. Cashe's wrestling gear next to it. He didn't understand or remember what their purpose here was.
"So why did I bring my clothes? Why is your gear here? Are you TURNING on me!? This is like when the white people came to America and stole everything from the Indians. We’re the Indians!"
"What? Where do clothes and a box give you that idea?"
Shrugging, Knox wasn't sure but didn't seem to care much either way. Turning away from Cashe, Knox heads to the counter and grabs the pot of coffee half filled and still hot. No cup required, the fucking moron tips back the pot and drinks from the source. Steam coming from the jar as it rolls out and down the sides of his mouth. He chugs like he doesn't feel the pain from the heat. Cashe begins pointing at him, snickering some even as he comments.
"That's why you work. Because you are dumb to the heat. You do shit like that, take lumps and bumps and don't second think too many things. It's why we get along and argue so much. We are alike in that same sense. We just don't know any better..."
Cashe tosses his GPC Championship over his shoulder and heads to the doors where Knox had come from. Turning back to Knox, Cashe excuses himself for a bit.
"I'm going to check my weed supply. You better not have picked my shit either. I won't pay you like last time..."
"Oh yeah! I left that on the living room table."
Leaving the room, Jason Cashe left Knox with himself to contend with. Lifting a leg, he lets out a wet fart and shivers as he stands down on both feet again. Checking the box, he wasn't sure what it was for.
"I still don't know what the fuck is going on. Did they buy New Japan? Did they buy us? This sounds like some human trafficking shit just to give them something else to take credit for and call themselves the best. We the best, not them. We won those titles, not them. This is some straight up bullshit. You can't buy my love mother fucker! We went through team after team to win these belts. Shit, if it was going to be like this we could have just bought our own, that's what they did. What the fuck is an independent promotion buying an international promotion for anyway? Someone's wires are crossed. I want a goddamn casino since we’re being treated like Indians. We are KashVille, worth more than all the cash value of Fort Knox. This ain't KashVille plus one, fuck that noise.”
Only 5-10 minutes had passed since Cashe had left the room but as he comes back through the doors, a cloud of smoke enters with him. Holding a monster joint in his hand, he almost had to hold it in the palm of his hand. Knox's eyes go wide as he smiles and looks over to his partner.
"Did you roll ALL of it?!"
"No fool, just an ounce of it. I'm not paying for it and letting you smoke it all with me? Here..."
”You forget I legally grow and sell this shit back in Cali, dipshit”
Hitting it before it's passed, Cashe hands it to Knox. Another new addition to Cashe was that he now had BOTH GPC Tag Championships. One on the waist, one over the shoulder.
"Hey! One of those are mine... I carried this team ya know? Don't get any ideas with my DPG championship!"
Pulling the one on his shoulder off, Cashe stiff arms it into the chest of Knox. He stumbles taking hold of his belt while keeping the super joint in hand.
"So have you decided? I know you remember now right? The decision?"
Mouth held closed, cheeks puffed out as well as his eyes at the hit he was holding in his lungs. Knox passes the joint back to Cashe. As he blows the smoke out, he drools and coughs. It was hard not too with weed on this level of quality.
"Yeaaaah... arrrgh!"
"Alright then. To those wondering if YOUR GPC Tag Champions were on board for this move? Our answer is: We're taking our Talents to South Beach!"
"No, no, let's wait and just walk out of the first Title defense! That's so funny and we can see if we can maintain any respect like previous assholes who have done such!"
"Nah fuck that. We could always pawn the titles? See if we get more than I got when I pawned WWA's World Title a few years back. They THANKED me for that you know? Sooo weird but beating Sean Jackson pleases far too many so I shouldn't be surprised."
"How about we chop them up into tiny pieces like you did 4CW's old Purple Extreme Title?"
"Pssh I did that? Nooooo! Me? Heh nah let's do the professional thing this time. The issue for NJFC isn't that they can't live without us. With Fight One behind them, they can find replacements to hold these belts. It's just that we won't be the only ones leaving holes in the ship sailing under Fight One Territory. So this becomes like a Franchise that is young and ALREADY needs to start over, rebuild. For them, I give luck. For us? I give the honor of having been the firsts and NOBODY can take that from us..."
'Literally! We can't be defeated for them! No opponents named to even defend them against. It's like the timer has a slow tick and we've moved on from it. We popped the cherry!"
Even with the joint being passed back and forth as they take turns hitting it and talking. Cashe unstraps his GPC Tag Title from around his waist. Tossing it up into the box on the table. Knox hands Cashe the joint before looking at his half of the Tag belts one last time. He too tosses it inside the cardboard box. Out of sight.
"Done... I liked Japan too… DPG for life, I will always remember the times we’ve had."
Giving Knox back the rolled up Pipe sized joint, Cashe closes the four sided lids of the box. Already on there was a label for mailing. Filled out as if the decision had been made way before the recording of this promo. The moment the rumor started, the moment the decision had been made. Noticing the camera, Cashe acts as if the camera had said something and caught his attention.
"Huh? Why you ask? No it's not fear... Remember once upon a time I beat Sally Talfourd who is currently on the Fight One roster tearing shit up! It's not anything with them personally. This isn't personal. It's a choice and we have chosen to be apart of the process of being managed and booked by people who are rather tainted by their reputation. Their affiliations with Boardwalk which in my professional opinion is the taint of Professional Wrestling. Their past issues are not cause for this, it's more who they do business with. I know Morag and like I've said I like the guy, I just don't like the business they done."
Grabbing a roll of duct tape, Cashe begins sealing the box up. Another cause, another reason for at least part of the decision came to mind.
"How they treated Matt Meyhu? A member of the same Label, FAMILY that I belong too in Unstable? I'm suppose to ignore that? Push that aside and go through with doing business with anything even faintly in relation with them? I hate everything about Boardwalk from the 4CW rejections who reside there sitting at the top of what once use to have value? Fuck each and everyone of them and I try telling them that on Twitter but alas they are but scared little bitches who only target and respond to what comes easy to them. Then you've got their Alpha twats and DLLAL garbage female athletes like Aidan Carlisle in Boardwalk or Troy Tate in Fight One."
"Ha! DLLAL! Dude Looks Like A Lady! Hilarious!"
"The fact is that I hope that NJFC benefits from this in every possible way. I hope they strive and provide entertainment for years to come. It just won't be with me competing there anymore. Not with Fight One attached to them in place of EWC that was in their start. From Bad to Worse and I've got no time for sitting backstage at a great show with nothing but booshit mixed into the foundation. WATCH who else doesn't transfer. It's a loss and one that NJFC will have to crawl it's way out of."
"Heh maybe Johnny Bonecrusher can work his magic. I love cheap parlor Magicians! Dude cracks me up, a walking Slap Comedy Act that guy!"
"Worlds worst form of humor... So it fits the person... Goodbye New Japan Fighting Championship..."
Finishing up the tape job, Cashe takes the joint back from Knox as the two friends and now FORMER GPC Tag Champions share a smoke with some high quality bud.
”I think I'm going to try my luck on Boredwalk, it seems fitting.”
”Don’t joke, that place is a walking septic tank… I’d disown you.”
