Post by Jason Cashe on Mar 6, 2022 21:36:48 GMT
"Let me try this again.. I can do it, watch!"
Inside of a ring, Jason Cashe was inside the ropes with two massive men. One more round than tall and the other was a building.. Let's call them Skytall and Globe.
"Toss me.." Cashe calls for some assistance. Skytall snatches Cashe up like he was about to fluff a pillow and Gorilla Presses him into a launch over the ropes. Cashe crashes onto the floor. "What the hell was that?" He grunts, groaning from the impact.
"You said to throw you over.." Skytall responds.
"That you did Hoss.. You said to throw you over!" Globe adds.
Pushing off his knee, Cashe gets to his feet. "What about that do I need to try again?" His arms flop out at his sides. "I don't need to train how to land!"
"You gotta be more specific." Skytall shrugs.! "How do you want me to do it?"
"Nevermind. I will position myself." Cashe rolls into the ring and gets up. He flips over the top rope and hangs in a Skin the Cat position. "I.. just need to…"
"Yeah, he don't got it." Globe snickers.
"No chance."
"Shut.. Up!" Cashe growls as he pulls up, gets the rope against his belly but loses his grip and shoulders into the outside ring apron before tumbling to the floor. "Son of a BITCH!" Laughter is heard from the two deep voiced, big and tall section inside the ring.
"Rumbles, Battle Royals, Roulettes. These matches are circus acts! There is no 'talent' behind winning one. Is your skill to clothesline someone? Throw them over the top rope? It's the Gladiatorial Scene depicting a famous battle. People LIKE to watch them, it draws a crowd but people remember the matches where everyone watches a chess match between fighters. The Prize Fight..
Except to get to that. We are told to win the circus match. You can come out last and break the record for being eliminated. The bigger you are, the more likely you will be teamed up on but you have an advantage as well. You can throw people around.
Little guys beware!!
Roulette is a game of luck so it fits perfectly with this match. There is no blueprint for success outside of don't get thrown out. So guess what? I'm just going to rock 'em, sock' em with any single name, figure, bad guy, good guy, gimmick sold, or story being told! In a match like this, you take luck and you ride that bitch like you're rolling for seven!
I'm not an IWF member. I am not a big fan of some of the men here but I'll get to that in due time. What I am doing is competing in a match where the winner gets a shot at the King's Throne. Wraith, you better hope I don't win boy.. You are looking like a prize but maybe the King doesn't rule this Kingdom. Not if you're on it.. We all want a shot at changing that.
How DOES the other competition in the Roulette look?"
"I'm pretty sure that's illegal.." Globe comments as he and Skytall stand in the ring, staring at Jason Cashe. The 'DiOGee' has handcuffed himself to the top turnbuckle. His right wrist is shackled while his left hand is tightened into a fist.
"Where is the key?" Skytall asks.
"Taped to the taint of my underwear.." Cashe smiles a grin at them and readies his fist again. "Let's go! Throw me over now!"
"How are we supposed to throw you over if the key is in your underwear? I'm not digging for a key, how about you?" Skytall turns to look at Globe.
"Nope, I'm good. Doesn't pay enough for me.."
"I think I found a winning formula here guys! How can I lose?" Cashe declares and seems proud that he figured out the loophole of a Rumble match.
"You might not be able to get tossed out but you can still lose this situation."
Globe rushes at Cashe and crushes against him, smashing Cashe into the corner with a body splash. Moving out of the way, Skytall comes barreling in with a Big Boot that slumps Cashe, his right arm raised in cuff as if he was trying to ask a question. "And you lied.." The round Globe says as he bends down and picks up a key that fell out of Cashe's hand. The same hand that was handcuffed.
"Ahhh the IWF! I've never been inside the ring here in all of its history. I have never competed for the titles but I know a few of the names on the roster. Some intimately, Hi Tara..
Other names like Ulf, Wraith I know for vastly different reasons than I know Tara Fenix for. I've slapped Wraith DOWN not once but twice and that little boy hasn't done SHIT in response! That's who you have sitting in the Throne? Ulf? 1-1 against that Viking bitch and guess what? Both of them are only loud when blowing horns and they are who represent the best men you have? Maybe you should start having Intergender Matches because Tara, Shelly, even that annoying twat Virginia are better equipped to bring attention to this promotion..
I took Ulf's title in PWValor. I've slapped around your World Champion. Yet it is Tara who can make the claim to have defeated me many times, just not in the ring.. That's the real ironman of IWF, lemme tell you! If not for me cheating on her, I'd have ended up being Wraith's stepfather. I just ran from love. So tell him to watch and Wraith will learn that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree because I will slap his Father down just as I did his Father's skeeted seed!
JC Keeton, I know as well. Enough anyway. I know he begged for a match with me and then dipped at the last minute. So from a Male Standpoint? IWF houses some dickless bitch made Dudes. You are lucky to have Matthew Knox, you should be grateful to have Max Daemon but you will regret letting me have the time to talk. I won't be liked, I don't want to be.. When I win the Roulette, you will be forced to see more of me. Prepare for that."
"I quit." Globe said as he was exiting the ring.
"Me too.." Skytall follows up.
Cashe was hugging the top rope like he was climbing across two canyons. "It was a fart.. Don't be like that! FINE! Y'ALL HO'S ANYWAY!"
Inside of a ring, Jason Cashe was inside the ropes with two massive men. One more round than tall and the other was a building.. Let's call them Skytall and Globe.
"Toss me.." Cashe calls for some assistance. Skytall snatches Cashe up like he was about to fluff a pillow and Gorilla Presses him into a launch over the ropes. Cashe crashes onto the floor. "What the hell was that?" He grunts, groaning from the impact.
"You said to throw you over.." Skytall responds.
"That you did Hoss.. You said to throw you over!" Globe adds.
Pushing off his knee, Cashe gets to his feet. "What about that do I need to try again?" His arms flop out at his sides. "I don't need to train how to land!"
"You gotta be more specific." Skytall shrugs.! "How do you want me to do it?"
"Nevermind. I will position myself." Cashe rolls into the ring and gets up. He flips over the top rope and hangs in a Skin the Cat position. "I.. just need to…"
"Yeah, he don't got it." Globe snickers.
"No chance."
"Shut.. Up!" Cashe growls as he pulls up, gets the rope against his belly but loses his grip and shoulders into the outside ring apron before tumbling to the floor. "Son of a BITCH!" Laughter is heard from the two deep voiced, big and tall section inside the ring.
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"Rumbles, Battle Royals, Roulettes. These matches are circus acts! There is no 'talent' behind winning one. Is your skill to clothesline someone? Throw them over the top rope? It's the Gladiatorial Scene depicting a famous battle. People LIKE to watch them, it draws a crowd but people remember the matches where everyone watches a chess match between fighters. The Prize Fight..
Except to get to that. We are told to win the circus match. You can come out last and break the record for being eliminated. The bigger you are, the more likely you will be teamed up on but you have an advantage as well. You can throw people around.
Little guys beware!!
Roulette is a game of luck so it fits perfectly with this match. There is no blueprint for success outside of don't get thrown out. So guess what? I'm just going to rock 'em, sock' em with any single name, figure, bad guy, good guy, gimmick sold, or story being told! In a match like this, you take luck and you ride that bitch like you're rolling for seven!
I'm not an IWF member. I am not a big fan of some of the men here but I'll get to that in due time. What I am doing is competing in a match where the winner gets a shot at the King's Throne. Wraith, you better hope I don't win boy.. You are looking like a prize but maybe the King doesn't rule this Kingdom. Not if you're on it.. We all want a shot at changing that.
How DOES the other competition in the Roulette look?"
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"I'm pretty sure that's illegal.." Globe comments as he and Skytall stand in the ring, staring at Jason Cashe. The 'DiOGee' has handcuffed himself to the top turnbuckle. His right wrist is shackled while his left hand is tightened into a fist.
"Where is the key?" Skytall asks.
"Taped to the taint of my underwear.." Cashe smiles a grin at them and readies his fist again. "Let's go! Throw me over now!"
"How are we supposed to throw you over if the key is in your underwear? I'm not digging for a key, how about you?" Skytall turns to look at Globe.
"Nope, I'm good. Doesn't pay enough for me.."
"I think I found a winning formula here guys! How can I lose?" Cashe declares and seems proud that he figured out the loophole of a Rumble match.
"You might not be able to get tossed out but you can still lose this situation."
Globe rushes at Cashe and crushes against him, smashing Cashe into the corner with a body splash. Moving out of the way, Skytall comes barreling in with a Big Boot that slumps Cashe, his right arm raised in cuff as if he was trying to ask a question. "And you lied.." The round Globe says as he bends down and picks up a key that fell out of Cashe's hand. The same hand that was handcuffed.
========
"Ahhh the IWF! I've never been inside the ring here in all of its history. I have never competed for the titles but I know a few of the names on the roster. Some intimately, Hi Tara..
Other names like Ulf, Wraith I know for vastly different reasons than I know Tara Fenix for. I've slapped Wraith DOWN not once but twice and that little boy hasn't done SHIT in response! That's who you have sitting in the Throne? Ulf? 1-1 against that Viking bitch and guess what? Both of them are only loud when blowing horns and they are who represent the best men you have? Maybe you should start having Intergender Matches because Tara, Shelly, even that annoying twat Virginia are better equipped to bring attention to this promotion..
I took Ulf's title in PWValor. I've slapped around your World Champion. Yet it is Tara who can make the claim to have defeated me many times, just not in the ring.. That's the real ironman of IWF, lemme tell you! If not for me cheating on her, I'd have ended up being Wraith's stepfather. I just ran from love. So tell him to watch and Wraith will learn that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree because I will slap his Father down just as I did his Father's skeeted seed!
JC Keeton, I know as well. Enough anyway. I know he begged for a match with me and then dipped at the last minute. So from a Male Standpoint? IWF houses some dickless bitch made Dudes. You are lucky to have Matthew Knox, you should be grateful to have Max Daemon but you will regret letting me have the time to talk. I won't be liked, I don't want to be.. When I win the Roulette, you will be forced to see more of me. Prepare for that."
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"I quit." Globe said as he was exiting the ring.
"Me too.." Skytall follows up.
Cashe was hugging the top rope like he was climbing across two canyons. "It was a fart.. Don't be like that! FINE! Y'ALL HO'S ANYWAY!"
Well howdy there pardner.