Post by jasoncash on Jan 27, 2017 14:37:37 GMT -5
The following message has been paid for by the Association of Concerned Wrestlers for Adam Young. All opinions in the following message are strictly Jason Cash's however.
The message came across the screen as if it were a warning. It slid across the screen star wars style.
Sunshine lit up the room in brilliant colors as the light shines through the stained glass windows. The home was nice. It was decorated in all white. There was a white leather couch. There were two white leather chairs. There were even white rugs on the natural wood floor. On the walls hung various wrestling belts. The place was clean, as if someone spent a good ammount of time cleaning the joint
Jason Cash came through the front door humming the theme to Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. He wore khaki pants, brown dress shoes and a button up sweater. He looked very uncomfortable, but wore a smile anyway.
"it's a beautiful day in the Neighborhood...A beautiful day for a neighbor.. Wont you sumbitchin be miiiiiineee.", Jason Cash sang as he shut the door and sat down on the white leather cou. He drug mud in as he did so. Erik would not be happy. This was his home, after all. Jason sank back into the couch, getting as comfortable as he could given the fact that he wore clothes he just didnt like. He fumbled with a microphone before smiling once more.
"Hello and welcome. I'm sure yall sumbitches out there in tv land wonderin just what in the blue hell is goin on right now. Well.. This is Erik Black's house.. And while that sumbitch didn’t give me the ok ta shoot the shit here.. I’m doin this mess anyway. See... I put together the Association of Concerned Wrestlers of Adam Young together..Casue...Well.. We perty damn concerned with that sumbitch. He call his self one sick bastard. I know his ass thinks that msome bad ass name... I know his ass thanks that's spossed to be something that strikes fear in his opponents. But does it? Does any damn body really fear Adam Young? I mean... don’t get me wrong.. I'm sure his ass could beat some damn body. He a grown ass man. He could prolly beat up a dog or some shit.. But rasslin? Nah. His ass aint gone beat no rassler worth a pint of piss. An that’s why we got this here organization..This association... This..whatever the blue hell ya wanna call it. Cause.. See.. Adam Young is sick. He aint right in the head. Somethin is wrong with that sumbitch. I mean.. He's a fuckin joke what thanks he's gone win. His ass aint. Hell...My ass been here fer months and I aint....never... Seen that sumbitch win a match. I just aint never seent it. Sumbitch makes excuses like.. "I was in the deathmatch tournament".. Yea.. Where you got that ass handed to ya.. Where ya legit got bent over and fed yer own ass..Just like every other sumbitchin time you done got in the ring.":, Jason ranted. He started to look a little bit pissed off. Adam Young had been talking quite a bit of shit about Jason.
Jason took a drink of beer and seemed to calm himself down. "Oh.. Wait.. I didn’t do the introduction. Welp...We aint damn it startin over. Welcome..Ladies..Gentlmen..Ladyboys and uncle daddies who love them some Adam Young! My name is Jason CAsh..And I'm about to shove my boots up Adam Young's ass. Hope you enjoy! I mean....Yall gone have to watch ole Adam get his ass whooped.. But he brought that mess on his self. But before we get to all that.. I just wanna say that. We think Adam is sick as hell. Soemthin is wrong in his head. Hell he might have the big G..... You know..Ghonasyphilaids of the brain. That’s prolly why his ass thanks he's some big ole tough sumbitch when his ass aint worth a shit. And seein as how Adam needs medical attention and aint willin to admit it to his self, we takin donations to get a doctor flown right to his ass. Oh hell yea. We gone get Adam Young some help.", Jason said as he sunk back into the couch. He grabbed the remote control.
"Now. Ole Adam thinks he's some big ole tough sumbitch what oughta be feared. Well...his history says his ass aint. His history shows his ass aint worth a shit. History shows he a damn joke. Us over here at the Association for Concerned Wrestlers of Adam Young done got our hands on some recent video. An well...yall take a look.", Jason said before pressing the play button.
Jason Cash stumbled backstage. He had gotten the night off, but was there to watch Jaymz and Erik battle it out in the ring. His walk led one to believe that he'd had a few too many beers.
Cash: Adam Young!
He was drunk and looking to get revenge.
Cash: Adam Young! You sumbitchin dingleberry! Where you at?
He met Adam Young coming around a corner. Adam swung first, out of pure habit. The right fist connected with Cash's jaw. Jason wasted no time spitting in Adam's eyes. He super kicked Adam quickly. Adam fell in a lump on the floor.
Jason: I always attack from the front you ignorant sumbitch.
Jason spit tobacco at the man one last time.
Jason pressed stop and looked at the camera. He looked worried. "Yall. Im really worried bout Adam. See..If his ass was as tough as his ass thanks he is, he wouldn't have went down like a bitch. Hell..I even hit his dumb ass from the front.", Jason began. "Not like that dumb sumbitch done did to me...with them sneak up attacks an shit.", he said with a wide grin. "But we ain't done folks. Ole Adam gets his ass whooped regularly. Just watch this next clip.
Kickout! Adams raises Lilith and tags in Adam Young. Young whips Lilith into her corner.
Freddy Whoa: OH! Lilith's elbow accidentally knocked her partner, Dag from the apron!
Zach Davis:I’m not so sure that was an accident Johnny.
Adam YOung rushes the lady in the corner, who rolls him up in a flas o’conner roll.
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Zach Davis: Dag is in the Ring Yelling at Lilith! The won the match but seems that they are falling apart. That was one hell of a match, and I didn’t expect anything less from these four competitors and their level of physicality.
Jason pressed the stop button with a laugh. "Yall...that was Adam Young gettin pinned by a sumbitchin woman.", Jason laughed. He took a sip of beer. "I gotta question for yall out there in tv world..er..land...err..whatever. How in the hell is Adam Young this big ole tough sumbitch when he just lost to a sumbitchin woman an her bitch? Huh? I just dont damn it get it. Yall..Im beggin. Please donate to our fund so we can get Adam Young some help. He needs medical attention.", Jason said. He pressed play once more. The footage that rolled was a montage of Adam Young speeches and then matches. We saw him talking about how hes a sick bastard. We saw him getting tossed around during the deathmatch tournament. While the footage rolled, Jason put his head in his hands. He frowned and shook his head.
"Its worse than I thought, folks. This has gone on for years. Adam Young has been a very sick man and he never even knew it. He still doesnt. Do yall know what he said on the twatter? I accused that sumbitch of pulling bitch last week. He said Seth sent his ass to Germany to promote Wssf. Now. Seth likes money, right? And that sumbitch'll do any damn thing for a buck. He wants wsssf to grow, right? Why in the blue hell would he send ole Adam Young to promote anything? Huh? Nobody roots for a loser. Ya dont send a guy who loses so god damn always to promote shit! Seth aint send his ass nowhere. Hell naw. Ole Adam pulled bitch. Thats the only thing it could've been. Maybe he was lucid that day? Sumbitch realized his ass was gone get stomped so he threw his buddy to the dogs. They took the asswhoopin that was meant for him. Dude fuckin sucks. Dudes a fuckin bitch.", Jason said in a tone that was about as serious as we've ever heard from him. "He needs hep, yall. Anything yall can give. A penny? We'll take it. A dollar? Its goin to a good cause."
Jason reached into the cushion and grabbed a fresh beer.
"Hmmm..Adam's rules, huh? Think ya got me? Ya said so on the twatter. My ass gets fired if I touch ya. Lemme ask ya somethin, Adam. Ya really think Seth would fire one of his biggest draws for beating up a nobody like yourself? Really? He wont. He wouldnt. Sumbitch might be a functioning alcoholic, but his ass aint crazy. See..The only sumbitch whats been got is yerself. These are your rules. I dont give a damn bout my hands bein tied up. Think I wont still beat the piss out of ya? Ha! Might be a problem with anybody else...but you're Adam Young and you fuckin suck. You couldn't win if I had my eyes closed too. That's how much of a bitch you are.
Adam...I put asses in the seats. Me. I puttem there cause I beat the holy hell out of people like you. It's what I do. I get good an drunk...Then I go out there an beat wholesale ass. My record speaks for itself. You? You run your mouth...then you go out there an take wholesale asswhoopins. Ya cocky as hell, son. Thing is..Ya aint good enough to be cocky. Ya get yer ass whooped constantly. Hell..ya got pinned by a damn woman! How you gone claim to be a tough sumbitch when ya gettin pinned by a woman? Huh? That shit dont make no sense what so ever. Fact is..You aint shit. You aint never been shit. You aint never gonna be shit. Fightin just aint your thing. Ya think it is..but it aint. Hell..first time we faced? Ya got yer ass handed to ya. That's a damn fact. Ya got yer ass force fed to ya. You think that aint gonna happen this time? Shit son. You aint got no better. Who gives a shit what the rules are. Ya think the possibility of Seth firin my ass is gonna stop me from beatin the piss out of ya an then pissin on ya? First of all...Seth ain't gonna fire my ass. Second of all..I just dont give a rats ass. Do I look like the type of sumbitch who cares about that mess? Shit naw. I dont.
Yall out there in tv land...I dont know if yall keep up with the twatter..But I pissed Adam off. See..That sumbitch thought he was bein sneaky. He thought nobody would know it was him under a different name. He was tryin to get attention. And well? I gave it to him. I told that sumbitch how much he sucks. I was tellin the truth. I reckon he just couldn't handle it. Sumbitch does have a mental problem so my ass aint suprised. An now we fightin under Adam's rules. An this sumbitch thinkin Im just gone be shakin in my damn boots. Yall see me shakin? Naw? That's cause I aint. You got me mixed up with somebody who gives a shit. I'll still bend ya over and put my boot up yer ass. I just dont give a damn. My give a damn is busted, Adam.
Adam Young..You've built a career on talkin shit and then getting beat up. I seen your history. the whole damn world has seen that shit. You suck in the ring. Yer a fuckin bitch. Yer a fuckin joke, Adam. So come Slam..while yer hopin and prayin I don’t actually hit you....... I'm gonna be beatin the holy hell out of ya. You aint got what it takes to beat some damn body like me. Ya just don’t. Ya never will.. So you can think of all the sneaky little bullshit rules ya want... They wont matter..Cause I dont give a damn..I'm beatin the piss out of you anyway. Thats a damn fact."
Jason ended his rant and turned up his beer.
"This has been a presentation from the Association of Concerned Wrestlers of Adam Young. All opinions included are strictly Jason Cash's. Please call 1-800 Adam Young sucks to donate today!"
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The message came across the screen as if it were a warning. It slid across the screen star wars style.
Sunshine lit up the room in brilliant colors as the light shines through the stained glass windows. The home was nice. It was decorated in all white. There was a white leather couch. There were two white leather chairs. There were even white rugs on the natural wood floor. On the walls hung various wrestling belts. The place was clean, as if someone spent a good ammount of time cleaning the joint
Jason Cash came through the front door humming the theme to Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. He wore khaki pants, brown dress shoes and a button up sweater. He looked very uncomfortable, but wore a smile anyway.
"it's a beautiful day in the Neighborhood...A beautiful day for a neighbor.. Wont you sumbitchin be miiiiiineee.", Jason Cash sang as he shut the door and sat down on the white leather cou. He drug mud in as he did so. Erik would not be happy. This was his home, after all. Jason sank back into the couch, getting as comfortable as he could given the fact that he wore clothes he just didnt like. He fumbled with a microphone before smiling once more.
"Hello and welcome. I'm sure yall sumbitches out there in tv land wonderin just what in the blue hell is goin on right now. Well.. This is Erik Black's house.. And while that sumbitch didn’t give me the ok ta shoot the shit here.. I’m doin this mess anyway. See... I put together the Association of Concerned Wrestlers of Adam Young together..Casue...Well.. We perty damn concerned with that sumbitch. He call his self one sick bastard. I know his ass thinks that msome bad ass name... I know his ass thanks that's spossed to be something that strikes fear in his opponents. But does it? Does any damn body really fear Adam Young? I mean... don’t get me wrong.. I'm sure his ass could beat some damn body. He a grown ass man. He could prolly beat up a dog or some shit.. But rasslin? Nah. His ass aint gone beat no rassler worth a pint of piss. An that’s why we got this here organization..This association... This..whatever the blue hell ya wanna call it. Cause.. See.. Adam Young is sick. He aint right in the head. Somethin is wrong with that sumbitch. I mean.. He's a fuckin joke what thanks he's gone win. His ass aint. Hell...My ass been here fer months and I aint....never... Seen that sumbitch win a match. I just aint never seent it. Sumbitch makes excuses like.. "I was in the deathmatch tournament".. Yea.. Where you got that ass handed to ya.. Where ya legit got bent over and fed yer own ass..Just like every other sumbitchin time you done got in the ring.":, Jason ranted. He started to look a little bit pissed off. Adam Young had been talking quite a bit of shit about Jason.
Jason took a drink of beer and seemed to calm himself down. "Oh.. Wait.. I didn’t do the introduction. Welp...We aint damn it startin over. Welcome..Ladies..Gentlmen..Ladyboys and uncle daddies who love them some Adam Young! My name is Jason CAsh..And I'm about to shove my boots up Adam Young's ass. Hope you enjoy! I mean....Yall gone have to watch ole Adam get his ass whooped.. But he brought that mess on his self. But before we get to all that.. I just wanna say that. We think Adam is sick as hell. Soemthin is wrong in his head. Hell he might have the big G..... You know..Ghonasyphilaids of the brain. That’s prolly why his ass thanks he's some big ole tough sumbitch when his ass aint worth a shit. And seein as how Adam needs medical attention and aint willin to admit it to his self, we takin donations to get a doctor flown right to his ass. Oh hell yea. We gone get Adam Young some help.", Jason said as he sunk back into the couch. He grabbed the remote control.
"Now. Ole Adam thinks he's some big ole tough sumbitch what oughta be feared. Well...his history says his ass aint. His history shows his ass aint worth a shit. History shows he a damn joke. Us over here at the Association for Concerned Wrestlers of Adam Young done got our hands on some recent video. An well...yall take a look.", Jason said before pressing the play button.
Jason Cash stumbled backstage. He had gotten the night off, but was there to watch Jaymz and Erik battle it out in the ring. His walk led one to believe that he'd had a few too many beers.
Cash: Adam Young!
He was drunk and looking to get revenge.
Cash: Adam Young! You sumbitchin dingleberry! Where you at?
He met Adam Young coming around a corner. Adam swung first, out of pure habit. The right fist connected with Cash's jaw. Jason wasted no time spitting in Adam's eyes. He super kicked Adam quickly. Adam fell in a lump on the floor.
Jason: I always attack from the front you ignorant sumbitch.
Jason spit tobacco at the man one last time.
Jason pressed stop and looked at the camera. He looked worried. "Yall. Im really worried bout Adam. See..If his ass was as tough as his ass thanks he is, he wouldn't have went down like a bitch. Hell..I even hit his dumb ass from the front.", Jason began. "Not like that dumb sumbitch done did to me...with them sneak up attacks an shit.", he said with a wide grin. "But we ain't done folks. Ole Adam gets his ass whooped regularly. Just watch this next clip.
Kickout! Adams raises Lilith and tags in Adam Young. Young whips Lilith into her corner.
Freddy Whoa: OH! Lilith's elbow accidentally knocked her partner, Dag from the apron!
Zach Davis:I’m not so sure that was an accident Johnny.
Adam YOung rushes the lady in the corner, who rolls him up in a flas o’conner roll.
1
2
3!
Zach Davis: Dag is in the Ring Yelling at Lilith! The won the match but seems that they are falling apart. That was one hell of a match, and I didn’t expect anything less from these four competitors and their level of physicality.
Jason pressed the stop button with a laugh. "Yall...that was Adam Young gettin pinned by a sumbitchin woman.", Jason laughed. He took a sip of beer. "I gotta question for yall out there in tv world..er..land...err..whatever. How in the hell is Adam Young this big ole tough sumbitch when he just lost to a sumbitchin woman an her bitch? Huh? I just dont damn it get it. Yall..Im beggin. Please donate to our fund so we can get Adam Young some help. He needs medical attention.", Jason said. He pressed play once more. The footage that rolled was a montage of Adam Young speeches and then matches. We saw him talking about how hes a sick bastard. We saw him getting tossed around during the deathmatch tournament. While the footage rolled, Jason put his head in his hands. He frowned and shook his head.
"Its worse than I thought, folks. This has gone on for years. Adam Young has been a very sick man and he never even knew it. He still doesnt. Do yall know what he said on the twatter? I accused that sumbitch of pulling bitch last week. He said Seth sent his ass to Germany to promote Wssf. Now. Seth likes money, right? And that sumbitch'll do any damn thing for a buck. He wants wsssf to grow, right? Why in the blue hell would he send ole Adam Young to promote anything? Huh? Nobody roots for a loser. Ya dont send a guy who loses so god damn always to promote shit! Seth aint send his ass nowhere. Hell naw. Ole Adam pulled bitch. Thats the only thing it could've been. Maybe he was lucid that day? Sumbitch realized his ass was gone get stomped so he threw his buddy to the dogs. They took the asswhoopin that was meant for him. Dude fuckin sucks. Dudes a fuckin bitch.", Jason said in a tone that was about as serious as we've ever heard from him. "He needs hep, yall. Anything yall can give. A penny? We'll take it. A dollar? Its goin to a good cause."
Jason reached into the cushion and grabbed a fresh beer.
"Hmmm..Adam's rules, huh? Think ya got me? Ya said so on the twatter. My ass gets fired if I touch ya. Lemme ask ya somethin, Adam. Ya really think Seth would fire one of his biggest draws for beating up a nobody like yourself? Really? He wont. He wouldnt. Sumbitch might be a functioning alcoholic, but his ass aint crazy. See..The only sumbitch whats been got is yerself. These are your rules. I dont give a damn bout my hands bein tied up. Think I wont still beat the piss out of ya? Ha! Might be a problem with anybody else...but you're Adam Young and you fuckin suck. You couldn't win if I had my eyes closed too. That's how much of a bitch you are.
Adam...I put asses in the seats. Me. I puttem there cause I beat the holy hell out of people like you. It's what I do. I get good an drunk...Then I go out there an beat wholesale ass. My record speaks for itself. You? You run your mouth...then you go out there an take wholesale asswhoopins. Ya cocky as hell, son. Thing is..Ya aint good enough to be cocky. Ya get yer ass whooped constantly. Hell..ya got pinned by a damn woman! How you gone claim to be a tough sumbitch when ya gettin pinned by a woman? Huh? That shit dont make no sense what so ever. Fact is..You aint shit. You aint never been shit. You aint never gonna be shit. Fightin just aint your thing. Ya think it is..but it aint. Hell..first time we faced? Ya got yer ass handed to ya. That's a damn fact. Ya got yer ass force fed to ya. You think that aint gonna happen this time? Shit son. You aint got no better. Who gives a shit what the rules are. Ya think the possibility of Seth firin my ass is gonna stop me from beatin the piss out of ya an then pissin on ya? First of all...Seth ain't gonna fire my ass. Second of all..I just dont give a rats ass. Do I look like the type of sumbitch who cares about that mess? Shit naw. I dont.
Yall out there in tv land...I dont know if yall keep up with the twatter..But I pissed Adam off. See..That sumbitch thought he was bein sneaky. He thought nobody would know it was him under a different name. He was tryin to get attention. And well? I gave it to him. I told that sumbitch how much he sucks. I was tellin the truth. I reckon he just couldn't handle it. Sumbitch does have a mental problem so my ass aint suprised. An now we fightin under Adam's rules. An this sumbitch thinkin Im just gone be shakin in my damn boots. Yall see me shakin? Naw? That's cause I aint. You got me mixed up with somebody who gives a shit. I'll still bend ya over and put my boot up yer ass. I just dont give a damn. My give a damn is busted, Adam.
Adam Young..You've built a career on talkin shit and then getting beat up. I seen your history. the whole damn world has seen that shit. You suck in the ring. Yer a fuckin bitch. Yer a fuckin joke, Adam. So come Slam..while yer hopin and prayin I don’t actually hit you....... I'm gonna be beatin the holy hell out of ya. You aint got what it takes to beat some damn body like me. Ya just don’t. Ya never will.. So you can think of all the sneaky little bullshit rules ya want... They wont matter..Cause I dont give a damn..I'm beatin the piss out of you anyway. Thats a damn fact."
Jason ended his rant and turned up his beer.
"This has been a presentation from the Association of Concerned Wrestlers of Adam Young. All opinions included are strictly Jason Cash's. Please call 1-800 Adam Young sucks to donate today!"
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