Post by Cedric Southern on Aug 16, 2020 1:18:26 GMT -8
Recorded from the Dahlberg Arena on the University of Montana in Missoula, Montana
The Gorilla Position. That place right behind the curtain where all the technical switches are located. Also there was the secondary commentary team that help feed information to Kirk and D'Abruzzo. Only moments away from his debut match was Jason Cashe. He had headphones on, his eyes closed as he bit down on his bottom lip. He was off in his own head space as music played deep into his thoughts. Only when a Producer type member of the staff tapped him did he come back to reality.
Jason Cashe: Huh? Yeah, what's up?
He didn't say anything to Cashe. Just tapped an imaginary watch that wasn't on his wrist. Signaling the time for him to make his entrance. Cashe nods and looks from left to right to check the surroundings as he pulls the headphones from his ears. He enjoyed this moment. Right before the match when in awkward times you could find yourself standing with your opponent as you take turns waiting for your music to play. Yet there was no sign of Tanya Fisher.
Jason Cashe: They say I'm Toxic.. A COLD piece of shit! Can I cuss on this?
Back handing a nearby worker with no name needed. They smile, almost laughing as they nod their head. It seemed like a dumb question to ask. Cashe goes back to his ramblings.
Jason Cashe: Sorry, I'm new and don't know the ways around these parts just yet. That being said, the ways of a promotion change from company to company. The ONE thing that doesn't change is that this is the scrap game. I get more funds for lighters when I get out there and put in work like a fat ass twerking. Some of y'all might not know me but known or unknown, I am here to be the One in the Movement! Making moves up the ranks so I've got to flank and shank anyone on the path right here..
Both hands motion to the area right in front of him. His path, his lane.
Jason Cashe: Now tonight? Tonight I got this Clueless, Alicia Silverstone looking ass girl who is freshly signed like me. I don't even know what to expect and I'm not like 'Dem Dumbs' on the roster talking down to some females.. I know the scorn of a woman. I know that the female mind, body and soul knows pain that us men can not even begin to comprehend. I'm not here for health class because out there, past these curtains? Ohhh weee what a drug!
Slapping the crease at his arms where a junkie might use a needle.
Jason Cashe: I'm addicted! I got but a few addictions in life but I am not a junkie. I am not going to relapse or rehab because what I am addicted to most, is what pays me to do things that out on the streets would quickly catch me a case!
The opening guitar strings of his theme song begins to play. Cashe smiles and grabs the camera, turning it towards the curtain and peeking just past it to see the stage.
Jason Cashe: Light it up, snort the line, needle inserted.. Addicted to Action, it's Scrapping time! Let's get it shall we?
With that he steps through the curtains.
Jason Cashe DEFEATS Tanya Fisher
Fisher wasted very little time taking the action to Cashe from the beginning of the match. The feisty underdog proved to be overwhelmed by the highly aggressive and crappy Cashe. Cashe got the pinfall victory after dropping Fisher with his U.T.I. (UNDER THE INFLUENCE)!
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Legion and "The Blackhawk" Qiyanna Marshal DEFEATS "La Capa" Voila Mancini and "The Enchantress" Eleni Costa
Post match Mason Roenick walked out onto the entranceway stage, pointed at Marshal, and gave her a round of applause. He promptly left after leaving Marshal in a state of bewilderment.
---Backstage---
We cut backstage to find Spade chilling before his match in a private locker room, banging his head to “Square Hammer” by Ghost, wearing a sleeveless “Papa Emeritus” T-shirt over his usual ring gear. There was a cooler sitting open nearby with drinks in ice and even a bowl of assorted chips and dips. It seemed as if he was waiting for a party to show up. The door to the locker room opens and who invites himself in? The massive frame of a casually dressed Solomon Monster slips through the doorway and the Wildkard casually waves to him.
Spade: Sup, Sol! Got chips, dip, and music appropriate to an Emeritus fan gathering!
Sol quirks his brow, looking at the shirt, then hearing the music playing on the stereo and puts two and two together.
Solomon: Before I even open my mouth, this is how you play me, Spade?
It was Spade’s turn to look a bit puzzled.
Spade: Don’t know what you’re talking about, Sol. Thought your group, Emeritus, was some sort of tribute to Ghost.
The Wildkard rises from his seat and immediately has the big man bearing down on him, forcing him to rock his head back to look him in the eye. Despite the obvious size difference, there was no fear on Spade’s face. He even had a bit of a playful smirk.
Spade: Thought you wanted to talk big guy, so talk. If you hadn’t noticed the big ears on the sides of my head, I’m listening to whatever you got to say.
Sol gives a slow nod, his features intense as he stares down upon his foe with hard eyes. Spade pushes a button on a remote he’d been holding the entire time, killing the music playing in the background.
Solomon: Saw your Twitter post the other day about, “War doesn’t determine who’s right, only who’s left.
Spade: Yeah, in fact the whole thing goes like this, “War never determines who is right, only who is left. Think about that when you fight for a cause. Is the cause just, or are you just with the cause because of the numbers on your side?
The Wildkard’s head tilts ever so slightly to one side.
Spade: Thing is man, I watched your whole crew do a beat down and for what? To look tough? Make some sort of a statement? Put your thumb down on people with differing ideologies?
Solomon: Not like that at all. You’re actually trying to put words in my mouth and quite frankly, Spade, I don’t like that!
Spade: I think your actions have put alot of words in your mouth big guy. Sad thing is, I know you’re better than this whole Emeritus thing. You may be older, like me, but look at you. You still look like the guy who stormed the Tokyo Dome all those years ago and just laid waste to everyone in front of you! Now you’re going around beating down groups of women and ambushing poor bastards to what end? To make Erick St. John look awesome?
Suddenly Sol shoves Spade back into the lockers and he falls right to a seat. Solomon shifts and does nothing further as the room becomes suddenly, chillingly still. The big man growls low.
Solomon: I thought you would understand, Spade, but it’s becoming clear that you don’t. So I’m going to say this out of respect for who you were and what you represent to our sport. You can either get with us, stay out of our way, or become a statistic, period! The wrestling world isn’t the sunshine and roses we left behind. Things change, Spade…get with the times or go back to the hole you crawled into for your retirement.
Spade remains prone, arms out, seemingly coiled and ready to strike if Solomon takes even one step forward. Gone was the playful smirk, his eyes burning with intensity as he stares back at Solomon. The big man suddenly smiles.
Solomon: You still got that fire I always admired. Don’t make Emeritus snuff it out…
Solomon then backs his way out the door with a nod, pulling it shut behind him. Spade sags in his seat a bit, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He strokes his chin, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.
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"The Grim" Wyatt Cross DEFEATS Rob Faith
In a match that was back and forth with technical moves, Cross emerged victorious after dropping Faith with his Closed Contract (Double underhook lift into a lifting knee strike).
---Backstage---
We cut backstage where Leo Cook is seen off by himself kind of pacing back and forth when his cell phone rings. He pulls it out and answers it placing it to his ear.
Leo: Hello?
Voice: Leo it's your sister...
Leo: Lacy? What uh are you doing calling me?
Lacy: I think we need to talk little brother.
Leo: It's not a good time I am backstage getting prepared for my match against James Spade.
Lacy: it's never a good time for you Leo...
Leo sighs looking around and then holding his phone out thinking about just hitting the end button on his phone but instead decided against it.
Leo: I have a few short minutes what's up?
Lacy: We are three years apart in age I am about to turn 29 and you are about to turn 26 so do you think maybe you could just not interrupt me when I tell you what's on my mind?
Leo Cook rolls his eyes.
Leo: Fine....
Lacy: Look little brother we have not seen each other in over six months since you got back from your final tour with the Army Rangers and I know you have been mad at me for well sleeping with your best friend while you were away during that last tour. But, it was just sex Leo it doesn't have to ruin us for we are family. I mean I just don't get it given all the horrible stuff you have done around the world and I accept that. But, for some reason you can't accept that I am a woman who enjoyed sex with a man who well now used to be a friend of yours.
Leo lightly punched a near by locker then placed the phone back to his ear.
Leo: Lacy I love you I do and I accept you for being a sex what is it you call it? A sex addict or some stuff like that. But, I needed space from you and even our parents. I bought there ranch and now they live in Florida which I know is were you are but I like kind of being away from the family drama now. I like just running the ranch and wrestling there Sis.
Lacy: Well I don't like it one bit and I am not a sex addict you goof I just like sex more then you.
Leo: Hey what happens in my sex life is uh my business but there is action in said life.
Lacy: Oh is there?
Leo: I am not doing this with you Lacy I know what you are doing...
Leo Cook now slightly bands his forehead into the near by locker.
Lacy: What? Trying to find out information on what my brother is up to besides the stuff everyone knows? Well excuse me for living.
Leo: Look I got a match like I said and it's going to be a tough one for the man has years upon years of ring time.
Lacy: Who James Spade? Haha, he is a washed up wrestler one which you should literally destroy with those set skills you have.
Leo: I do not want to use any of those skills...
Lacy: Well then you are dumb little brother because it's those skills and especially that brain of yours that would take you to the top in the wrestling world. Jesus I think you should seriously consider bringing me on the road with you so I can guide your career.
Leo: No... I think that would be unwise and I am going to hang up now then go have a great wrestling match.
Lacy: Remember the things you did Leo in the Army Rangers and remember how far you would go for your country. Now with that all at the surface of your brain go to that ring and be smart not stupid! Call me later and I mean it.
Leo: I.... Understand.
Leo Cook hits the end button on his cell phone then puts it in his bag and leans against a wall seeming rather unhinged from that conversation and it was obvious his mind was all over the place now.
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---Elsewhere Backstage---
The scene starts off rather simply with James Spade standing in front of the 1WM logo banner, wearing his long coat, full ring gear, and awesome pearlescent rainbow shades. The Wildkard seems pumped up, energized, and ready to go!
Spade: Straight up, Leo Cook has been nothing but respectful from our first encounter in passing backstage to the twitter banter we’ve got going back and forth. He’s a really nice kid and I think he’ll go far in this business. I respect the hell out of him for his service to his country and for the fact that his first response to me wasn’t, “Who the ‘eff’ are you?
He gives a little approving nod and a thumbs up.
Spade: A-LOT of guys and gals both do that in this sport, usually for cheap heat and get under the skin of those who are a bit more insecure than most. Not Leo, he just says it straight up and boom, we’re off to the races. I find that kind of honesty a bit refreshing, especially in a sport filled with some of the biggest bags of hot air you can possibly imagine.
The Wildkard crosses his arms, stroking his chin a bit.
Spade: I’ve only got one teenie, tiny point of contention. I’ve heard some rumblings that Leo’s got a bit of a problem with respect from others. That he feels owed and entitled to a measure of respect and that fans who don’t give him that respect, get the cold shoulder.
Slowly, he shakes his head.
Spade: Uh uuuuhhh, that’s now how this game works, Cookie. I get your military service, as I said and have nothing but glowing reviews of you as a person from our own interactions, but the fans are a different matter altogether. It doesn’t matter if you’re young to the sport or an old timer like me, you’ve gotta’ earn the fan’s respect where it counts, in the ring.
He points to himself.
Spade: Case in point, there are alot of fans who have either moved on from or forgotten about me altogether. I gotta’ show them what I can do, earn that respect and the right to be remembered by them. When I retired, I did so not on my terms and it left a few people bitter. I get that. Again, I gotta’ earn that respect back.
Spade inclines his head a bit towards the camera.
Spade: You can’t just walk into people’s lives and demand their love and admiration. You have to earn that, no matter who you are or where you come from. That’s a fact of life, my dude. You’ll get there if you’re patient and work hard at it. Don’t give in to frustration and let it decide how the fans treat you because I see in you a ton of potential. They’ll love and respect you if you humbly accept it, rather than force it.
That warm, genuine smile starts to take on a slightly dangerous edge.
Spade: In the ring though, shut them out because in there, it’s just you and me having a conversation with our hands, fists, and whatever else we can do to each other. The most physical of debates, professional wrestling. Instead of arguments and counter arguments, it’s joint locks and counter-throws. The only rebuttals are spinning kicks and snap suplexes, and the only way to win is making the other guy take a three second nap or making them tap. All things you know and should be focused on because while I love my fans, when the bell rings, I only have eyes for you.
He points two fingers at his shaded eyes, then at the camera.
Spade: They can chant and boo all they want, but what’ll be going through your head if they boo you even once? Are you secure in yourself enough to accept that people won’t always give you the respect you feel you deserve? ….Hell, dude, I hope so because otherwise, I’m dealing you a Busted straight in the first hand, followed by a Royal Flush, and if you’ve still got chips on the table, the Deadman’s Hand will cash what’s left. They call me The Wildkard because nobody knows where I’ll go or what to expect, even when I tell you it’s coming.
With one finger, James slides those shades down his nose, giving the camera the most intense of stares.
Spade: This old gambling samurai is making a sure bet tonight. I’m entering that ring, giving you the greatest match of your professional career to date. You’ll give me an awesome fight, the fans will be screaming for us, but at the end of it all? I hope you’ll shake my hand when they play my music and declare me the winner. I’d do the same for you, Leo. See you out there. Let’s make some memories.
Reaching out, Spade lightly taps the camera as if it were Leo’s cheek, winks, and then spins around with a dramatic flare of his long coat before stepping out of the frame.
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"The Wildkard" James Spade DEFEATS Leo Cook
The main event proved to be just that as there was near falls galore throughout the match. Spade won by hitting his The Deadman's Hand (Scoop Snap Reverse DDT).
Spade pulled Cook back up to his feet and embraced him in a show of mutual respect and sportsmanship. The crowd cheered but that quickly changed to jeers when an angered Cook dropped to his knees and gave Spade a low blow. Cook went on a vicious attack that ended with him locking in his Tap or Break (arm bar) before officials flooded the ring.
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