Post by Jason Cashe on Aug 14, 2022 4:46:11 GMT -5
"You are going to PAY me to sit on your shoulders while this BIG, silver haired monster clotheslines me?"
This guy was a popsicle. Stick-figured man wearing boots, tights and a pair of elbow and knee pads. He was never going to make it in the business but this kid had so much heart that it was almost disgusting. Cashe smiles, looking from the kid back to big Odin Balfore.
"Yeah, that's about the jist of it." Cashe tells the kid. A young man he had met here at the gym. "You okay with that, Podrick?"
"Please don't call me that.. I've never even watched Game of Thrones!" To be fair, now that it had been said, that's exactly who this kid favored. A squire.
"Are we doing this or what?" Odin questions.
"Yeah, Lil' Pee here is going to get this money.." Turning from Odin back to the kid. Cashe says. "Ain't ya Petey?"
Sighing was the initial response as Petey was staring up at Odin across the ring. Taking a shot from him, even in his age, wouldn't feel good. "Sure.."
Cashe claps! "That's my doood!"
"Heritage. THE Heritage. The boys from the North.. A team with a replacement player in Cousin Harper. Have I covered the common shit? Is there reason to go beyond that?
Canada huh? How familiar are you with Bryan Blaze? I ask because you should ask him about me. You should ask him why he hasn't sought after me since I have been here. I'd like to know myself. I whooped his ass a few times in the past and low and behold, he has been in AW finding new ground to farm..
This isn't about him though. Not now anyway. It's just when I place my thoughts to people from the Great Canuck, it's either an ex-girlfriend who was whiter than a nightlight or those like Bryan Blaze. Great wrestler, kind of a pussy.. Tell him I said hi if you talk to him soon, kay, thanks!
So we have a Tag Match? In one corner, you will find two Maple Leafs wearing color coordinated ring attire, sporting an entire Country's Flag and failing to represent that said Country..
The world can say what they want about my partner. That he has lost his touch. That he has gotten old, that he can't keep up. Cool, keep saying those things. This pairing of ours is nostalgic to me. It might not be the glamour of Adams and Phoenix. It might not have the spotlight of a Lissie Hope but Odin is the OG of this roster. He paved the way for most of you motherfuckers and the disrespect on his name ends with me.
So, Heritage boys? You can come with your fingers crossed. If it's your birthday, make a wish. If you believe in a God, say a fucking prayer because in the end, you will need it all. You will need a blessing and lottery luck if you think this match is your time.. It's not, it is ours."
"Aaaagghhh!" Petey's eyes close tight as Odin Balfore lumbers forward.
"You're heavier than you look Pete.." Cashe grunting as he holds Petey up in an Electric Chair position. "Take him to Hell!" He says as he lifts Petey up under his legs to elevate him into the perfect place for Odin's massive clothesline from hell.
It connects.
Petey flies backwards into a flip before crashing down onto his shoulders and neck. "Folded like a Lawn Chair!" Cashe hollers, having played AW 2K20 a few too many times where that line of commentary was heard. As Petey painfully groans and curls into a fetal position.
"Felt good." Odin declares
"Felt right!" Cashe adds
"Uggh.." Petey was adjusting. "What felt right? My balls on the back of your neck?" Making a joke while in pain was a pacifier for a lot of people. Cashe kicked Petey to the ribs for the comment.
"That felt right as well, let me do it until it feels wrong.." He says as he does just that. Kicking Petey over and over again as the youngster cries out. Odin watches as Cashe just tees off on the sparring dummy. "O-Dee.." Cashe looks up at Odin as he pulls Petey to his feet. "50 bucks if you can Gorilla Press this bitch over there!"
A challenge was laid out. Cashe pointing across the gym. Odin's eyes widen as he examines Petey. Nodding, Odin reaches out and grabs a weak-legged Petey. "Get that money ready."
This guy was a popsicle. Stick-figured man wearing boots, tights and a pair of elbow and knee pads. He was never going to make it in the business but this kid had so much heart that it was almost disgusting. Cashe smiles, looking from the kid back to big Odin Balfore.
"Yeah, that's about the jist of it." Cashe tells the kid. A young man he had met here at the gym. "You okay with that, Podrick?"
"Please don't call me that.. I've never even watched Game of Thrones!" To be fair, now that it had been said, that's exactly who this kid favored. A squire.
"Are we doing this or what?" Odin questions.
"Yeah, Lil' Pee here is going to get this money.." Turning from Odin back to the kid. Cashe says. "Ain't ya Petey?"
Sighing was the initial response as Petey was staring up at Odin across the ring. Taking a shot from him, even in his age, wouldn't feel good. "Sure.."
Cashe claps! "That's my doood!"
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"Heritage. THE Heritage. The boys from the North.. A team with a replacement player in Cousin Harper. Have I covered the common shit? Is there reason to go beyond that?
Canada huh? How familiar are you with Bryan Blaze? I ask because you should ask him about me. You should ask him why he hasn't sought after me since I have been here. I'd like to know myself. I whooped his ass a few times in the past and low and behold, he has been in AW finding new ground to farm..
This isn't about him though. Not now anyway. It's just when I place my thoughts to people from the Great Canuck, it's either an ex-girlfriend who was whiter than a nightlight or those like Bryan Blaze. Great wrestler, kind of a pussy.. Tell him I said hi if you talk to him soon, kay, thanks!
So we have a Tag Match? In one corner, you will find two Maple Leafs wearing color coordinated ring attire, sporting an entire Country's Flag and failing to represent that said Country..
The world can say what they want about my partner. That he has lost his touch. That he has gotten old, that he can't keep up. Cool, keep saying those things. This pairing of ours is nostalgic to me. It might not be the glamour of Adams and Phoenix. It might not have the spotlight of a Lissie Hope but Odin is the OG of this roster. He paved the way for most of you motherfuckers and the disrespect on his name ends with me.
So, Heritage boys? You can come with your fingers crossed. If it's your birthday, make a wish. If you believe in a God, say a fucking prayer because in the end, you will need it all. You will need a blessing and lottery luck if you think this match is your time.. It's not, it is ours."
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"Aaaagghhh!" Petey's eyes close tight as Odin Balfore lumbers forward.
"You're heavier than you look Pete.." Cashe grunting as he holds Petey up in an Electric Chair position. "Take him to Hell!" He says as he lifts Petey up under his legs to elevate him into the perfect place for Odin's massive clothesline from hell.
It connects.
Petey flies backwards into a flip before crashing down onto his shoulders and neck. "Folded like a Lawn Chair!" Cashe hollers, having played AW 2K20 a few too many times where that line of commentary was heard. As Petey painfully groans and curls into a fetal position.
"Felt good." Odin declares
"Felt right!" Cashe adds
"Uggh.." Petey was adjusting. "What felt right? My balls on the back of your neck?" Making a joke while in pain was a pacifier for a lot of people. Cashe kicked Petey to the ribs for the comment.
"That felt right as well, let me do it until it feels wrong.." He says as he does just that. Kicking Petey over and over again as the youngster cries out. Odin watches as Cashe just tees off on the sparring dummy. "O-Dee.." Cashe looks up at Odin as he pulls Petey to his feet. "50 bucks if you can Gorilla Press this bitch over there!"
A challenge was laid out. Cashe pointing across the gym. Odin's eyes widen as he examines Petey. Nodding, Odin reaches out and grabs a weak-legged Petey. "Get that money ready."
