Post by Jason Cashe on Jul 28, 2017 8:26:36 GMT
"Tokyo Knives?! Hahahaha!" Trying to take the "competition" seriously, it seemed hard for Jason Cashe. Jacqui oversells herself and nobody else credits her for any achievements because the ones she does have are barely noticed.
"Knives can be sharp but dPEEg is like Samurai Swords and in this fight, the Knives just come up short. No reach, no slice made like we will make. NJFC wanted to provide a set of challengers and THIS is that!? Fucking where? Because some bitch LOST last time she stood across from us as a Team? Because she caught me in a submission one on one in a company that "Half assing it" stayed as my status. Am I lying? Why would I? Yes, I took a Singles L. Yes she put a kick to my face during the Tag Match but WHO won that Tag Match? Were there tag titles in that Warehouse Company? No? So what exactly were we there to put EVERYTHING on the line for?
Exposure? Again, they hold shows in a warehouse. MAAAAYBE 300 in the crowd at best? Come on.. Be smarter than that girl. This isn't competition, this is what we call LIGHT WORK. Dull Knives, that's what I'ma call those two stool samples from this moment on."
His reflection stares back at him as he stares into a long mirror. Laying on his stomach, he was stark naked except for a towel laid over his butt. Clearly he was in a Massage parlor somewhere in Japan. Watching himself as a small Asian woman began digging her elbows into his sides. Working out the tension as he vented to her about his upcoming match. Not being 100% sure she could understand English, she wasn't responding so prolly not.
"You ever heard Kenshin Takamura?" He asks the lady but she doesn't budge. Taking that as her not recognizing the name, Cashe begins to tell her about him anyway. "Most haven't either.. But I hear he competes in HKW and is some Hybrid Champion."
Waiting for a reaction, he still gets none in response. She gets to his lower back and he grunts some as she climbs up and puts all her weight into the massage.
"Dude is a snitch. He tells on people for attacking other people like he's working for the feds. So I kind of feel bad for dude cause he's teaming with a loser and he won't have anyone to tattle on when dPEEg assaults them. When we attack him and his fish smelling partner. Fuck his little Hybrid bitch made Championship, this is NJFC not HKW and here we don't keep to a Soap Opera layout. Aghhh damn! That hurt!"
Jerking, Cashe almost turns to his side to give this lady a evil glance. Her hands go up and words begin to fumble from her mouth but Cashe understands not a one of them. He wasn't even trying to learn the language. "Just be careful. I am relaxed and chill so I might tap to weak ass pain. See Jacqui for the example on that." It was then that he was CERTAIN she couldn't understand the English language. He barely understand the shit that he said sometimes as he sighs and lays back down for her to continue.
"Where was I?" Thinking as he tries to find the lost thought. He slightly nods as he remembers. "What this big Jap needs to understand is that he's about to get bullied. Bout to get that locked in a trunk and shot in the face feel during this match. My elbow comes like a shotgun blast and I'm aiming to put a hole in his fucking face. That's just the plan and while plans do at times change, this won't alter much.
Karate Man? Creative right? Karate is what children learn when Mommy wants to go to the Spa. The fuck he think? Someone is going to be concerned or worried about his sushi eating ass? Fuck him AND his Momma! Shit got me ready to fight right now! RRRRAAAAH! They gonna have to Wax on, Wax off the blood he leaks out. I don't care about HKW success. Here? In Japan? In the country HE probably comes from, he will find that while they WANT homegrown talent, he will be a short coming.
I told them in the interview I did that NJFC can want in one hand and shit in the other. Dull Knives want to win! They want to become a Tag Team mentioned in the marquee but neither of them have what it takes to get the job done. NEXT! Still waiting on some FUCKING competition! This Global Committee wants to push my kind out? Spew racist terms at me, at the people SELLING these fucking shows just by our names being on the card? Take it from me. Take it from Knox. Come and see the trouble they can cause and how much they can handle.
Jacqui and Taco Bora won't take much before realizing that the belts remain where they belong. It's NUTTIN But A dPEEg Thang! We thought they knew! It's been clear and evident by the way they talk, shit they try to claim. The success they want to PRETEND they will have and it's all.. A dream because the MOMENT they wake up post match? They will feel the haunting of a nightmare. A reality of loss... They will get us for up to 45 minutes and our foots will kick their asses so badly that they will feel abducted and probed."
"You done. You pay me now!" Spinning over in a rush, almost falling from the table. Cashe was in shock that this bitch spoke English. Well not GREAT English like he is known to speak but well enough to understand.
"You DO understand the words that are coming out of my mouth!"
"Yes. You talk too much. Now pay and leave.."
Grabbing the front of his towel, he had the urge to ask for a Happy Ending. Yet as the feeling to ask grew, he heard a faint voice grow as it approached quickly. "JASON? Where the fuck are you?" Hurrying off the parlor table, Cashe grabs his shorts and struggles to get them on as Persephone Marquis aka Queef, his Fiance charges into the room. Her eyes lock on the Asian woman and then to a dressing Cashe.
"Did you offer her 5 Dollars?"
"Hahaha! What!? No! Why do you wanna give me a Happy Ending?"
Her snarl broke into a slight grin as Queef, being a competitor herself reaches behind her to hold the door. She glances at the worker. "You can leave now..." Shutting the door after the lady left, Queef looks at Cashe like he was a can of Spam. She loves her some spam.
"Come here.." Slowly she steps towards him. He steps back and moves away as if slightly frightened by her approach. She reaches and grabs his beard, tugging at it to pull him close. Cashe smiles and looks at the camera still recording.
"Uh oh! I'm about to tap out!" Mocking Jacqui's claims of defeating him in a real match. Jason Cashe just wasn't scared of some bitch like Jacqui. She was all talk and was nothing more than someone else who was being over hyped as competition when she really wasn't any. That would be proved soon enough.
