Post by Jason Cashe on Apr 25, 2017 20:28:31 GMT
"Things are slightly different since the last time I was heading to Japan. Nobody figured I'd have become the Tag Champions. Nobody assumed that dPEEg would go so far in a tournament filled with talent. A month of our lives and we were the only ones who walked away with something to smile about. Now I'm going back. Now I want more.."
"What does that have to do with you coming to visit your Mother?" His Mother's voice was full of sass and aggression. She was furious at her son because 4CW had come through Atlanta and Jason never went home. Never went to see the woman who birthed him. This was unacceptable at least to her. "That girl came to see me but you didn't? You left her in Atlanta? What's wrong with you boy?"
Cashe didn't want to deal with this right now. He had plenty on his plate to stress over or place his focus on. South Beach Brawl was days away and immediately after that he was flying to Japan. To return to the Rising Sun that has become dPEEg's resurgence. Their return to fame as if no time had passed since their last reign as Tag Team Champions. "Are you even listening?!"
He wasn't. Fact was, dPEEg hadn't been a random pairing like most of the teams in the Tropolis Tournament. Yet when the doors to NJFC had temporarily closed, every Champion walked away. Even dPEEg started to pack their titles they had won, to send them back to the company. Yet something changed their mind.
"Ma listen. Queef is coming with me to Japan but as soon as we get back, we will come through. Let me handle business alright? Plate is full. You understand right? I love you Ma.. One of the few in this world I can say that about."
The conversation with her was brief after that. With everything going on, Cashe had a lot of travel in front of him. He was seeking success to continue moving forward with everything around him. This was his story, he was leading this life and would travel far and wide, away from security blankets people claimed he had in order to tell it. To live it the only way he knew how. FULL of Trouble.
His big, tooth missing smile had traces of saliva connecting from his top row of smile bones to the bottom. It was eerie. The longer you stared, the more you felt creeped out. The feeling would settle in the viewers as he began to get into "character".
"I took this mask. I removed it from the beaten and broken man that I left laying in a ring. That man was Lord Raab, brother of Konrad Raab. Now I wear it as my own and returning to Japan, to NJFC, I wonder if people will accept this new me. Cheer me or boo me? Will me putting a knife into a dog's head as it ATTACKED me be what turns everyone against me? Will the color of my skin cause fans in Japan chant racial names for foreigners? I wonder these things but in truth, I just don't care.
Why?" Questioning along with the viewers, he shrugs at the shoulders. His masked face tilting to his left as if also confused.
"Because in the end, when this place is remember by those who will or have competed here. My name will be defined as "Champion". Just as now as I standing with the dPEEg Tag Team Championship firmly hugging my waist. See when NJFC took time away, the Champions disappeared. Their titles returned. Yet Knox and myself felt connected to ours. With the names we defeated to gain them why wouldn't we? So we made them OURS.
We competed else where. Namely a place where the Owner might need that show Cheaters to be watching him closely. That's not MY problem anymore because when NJFC came calling, I welcomed the return. See the little known fact is that I have been working very closely with their Head Trainer. Working to develop a true sense of my ability. Better where I'm weak and strengthen my strengths. That work is shown in my moveset alone. Notice the difference on paper before the results are seen inside the ring. Puro-Trio. Take notice."
He of course was referring to his trademark moves. Having removed himself from the limitations of Signatures always leading to Finishers. The trend among this business but something he was looking to change with the help of a brilliant trainer from Japan. Someone he had first met during the Tag Tournament. Changing the subject, Cashe picks his nose for a moment.
"To our opponents because this IS a dPEEg Thang! To AssYouKa and King Kojamie or whatever. I'm not sure what Noodle Shop they found you two working out of but I'm almost HOPING you are a surprise. I want you to be better than advertised. Better than just two filler local boys who are being paid to take this DICK inside the ring. I don't know you. I can't find anything to credit the work you may have done. Google me bitch, I'm not hard to know about. So know that you will lose. That dPEEg will dominate. You can sign ANY tag team and we challenge them on social media all the time. Bring em in, Line em up and we will knock em down. Be it random pairing or established. Knox and I are the GPC/dPEEg Tag Team Champions and that's the way it WILL remain. You have Hope to change my plans. I'll keep raising these until then.."
Unbuckling the GPC Tag Title from around his waist, Jason Cashe raises it high above his head. The leather straps hanging as the Centerpiece is showcased most. His voice, his expression drops along with the belt.
"Is this even FOR the belts? Doesn't matter. We lose, we hand them over. Come get your shot.. AssYouKa and King Kojamie? I Hope you got paid well but I'm fairly sure you SHOULD have asked for more money."
"What does that have to do with you coming to visit your Mother?" His Mother's voice was full of sass and aggression. She was furious at her son because 4CW had come through Atlanta and Jason never went home. Never went to see the woman who birthed him. This was unacceptable at least to her. "That girl came to see me but you didn't? You left her in Atlanta? What's wrong with you boy?"
Cashe didn't want to deal with this right now. He had plenty on his plate to stress over or place his focus on. South Beach Brawl was days away and immediately after that he was flying to Japan. To return to the Rising Sun that has become dPEEg's resurgence. Their return to fame as if no time had passed since their last reign as Tag Team Champions. "Are you even listening?!"
He wasn't. Fact was, dPEEg hadn't been a random pairing like most of the teams in the Tropolis Tournament. Yet when the doors to NJFC had temporarily closed, every Champion walked away. Even dPEEg started to pack their titles they had won, to send them back to the company. Yet something changed their mind.
"Ma listen. Queef is coming with me to Japan but as soon as we get back, we will come through. Let me handle business alright? Plate is full. You understand right? I love you Ma.. One of the few in this world I can say that about."
The conversation with her was brief after that. With everything going on, Cashe had a lot of travel in front of him. He was seeking success to continue moving forward with everything around him. This was his story, he was leading this life and would travel far and wide, away from security blankets people claimed he had in order to tell it. To live it the only way he knew how. FULL of Trouble.
===========JASON TO CASHE: TRANSFORM===========
His big, tooth missing smile had traces of saliva connecting from his top row of smile bones to the bottom. It was eerie. The longer you stared, the more you felt creeped out. The feeling would settle in the viewers as he began to get into "character".
"I took this mask. I removed it from the beaten and broken man that I left laying in a ring. That man was Lord Raab, brother of Konrad Raab. Now I wear it as my own and returning to Japan, to NJFC, I wonder if people will accept this new me. Cheer me or boo me? Will me putting a knife into a dog's head as it ATTACKED me be what turns everyone against me? Will the color of my skin cause fans in Japan chant racial names for foreigners? I wonder these things but in truth, I just don't care.
Why?" Questioning along with the viewers, he shrugs at the shoulders. His masked face tilting to his left as if also confused.
"Because in the end, when this place is remember by those who will or have competed here. My name will be defined as "Champion". Just as now as I standing with the dPEEg Tag Team Championship firmly hugging my waist. See when NJFC took time away, the Champions disappeared. Their titles returned. Yet Knox and myself felt connected to ours. With the names we defeated to gain them why wouldn't we? So we made them OURS.
We competed else where. Namely a place where the Owner might need that show Cheaters to be watching him closely. That's not MY problem anymore because when NJFC came calling, I welcomed the return. See the little known fact is that I have been working very closely with their Head Trainer. Working to develop a true sense of my ability. Better where I'm weak and strengthen my strengths. That work is shown in my moveset alone. Notice the difference on paper before the results are seen inside the ring. Puro-Trio. Take notice."
He of course was referring to his trademark moves. Having removed himself from the limitations of Signatures always leading to Finishers. The trend among this business but something he was looking to change with the help of a brilliant trainer from Japan. Someone he had first met during the Tag Tournament. Changing the subject, Cashe picks his nose for a moment.
"To our opponents because this IS a dPEEg Thang! To AssYouKa and King Kojamie or whatever. I'm not sure what Noodle Shop they found you two working out of but I'm almost HOPING you are a surprise. I want you to be better than advertised. Better than just two filler local boys who are being paid to take this DICK inside the ring. I don't know you. I can't find anything to credit the work you may have done. Google me bitch, I'm not hard to know about. So know that you will lose. That dPEEg will dominate. You can sign ANY tag team and we challenge them on social media all the time. Bring em in, Line em up and we will knock em down. Be it random pairing or established. Knox and I are the GPC/dPEEg Tag Team Champions and that's the way it WILL remain. You have Hope to change my plans. I'll keep raising these until then.."
Unbuckling the GPC Tag Title from around his waist, Jason Cashe raises it high above his head. The leather straps hanging as the Centerpiece is showcased most. His voice, his expression drops along with the belt.
"Is this even FOR the belts? Doesn't matter. We lose, we hand them over. Come get your shot.. AssYouKa and King Kojamie? I Hope you got paid well but I'm fairly sure you SHOULD have asked for more money."
