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The Director · **10-21-2025, 08:51 PM**

“Hello world. I am the thing the goes bump in the night. Boo! No, I’m just a feeble man who hides his face behind a mask. Sound familiar? While XXXVI drones on about his past and its tragedies, of which there are many, I bet you all are wondering about me. I would, if I were you.”

“I too walked these halls and I have been called many things, womanizer, spoiled rich kid, asshole and they are all true. I don’t wear this mask out of fear. I wear it because it gives me power. I held a position of power in my father’s company. As the years went on, I had greater responsibilities. But I had passions. Once, my passions included fighting and then wrestling. Before I donned this mask and this persona, I wrestled here. It was a different time. If you’re wondering, you won’t find my name in the Hall of Legends. Aside from one invented accolade, you won’t find my name on any title histories. Obligations took me away from the ring.”

“I had plans to return, but not yet. But one thing I won’t do is back down from a fight. Fighting is the most alive I’ve ever felt. The blood, ooh, I can almost taste it. I can see what Arroyo enjoys about it. That metallic taste as it runs down my face and drips onto my tongue is to die for. The fluids, my own indistinguishable from those of my opponents. I get an almost sexual euphoric high off it. I do miss it. So here I am in my gimp suit, ready for more. You wanted it, Thunder Knuckles, you’ve got it.”

13 years ago

“I need you here full-time. I’ve got chemo treatments and I can’t be here running the company. I know you like your little play fights, but this is more important. I need you to take on more of the day-to-day operations of the company.” The Director’s father could be a hard-ass, but he really needed him to step up.

“Father, I…I understand that you don’t trust anyone else to do this and you want me to run the family business, but I don’t want to give it up. It may not mean anything to you, but this is what I was meant to do.” Says the Director.

“Son, I wouldn’t ask if I had any other choice. I’m getting weaker by the day and god damn it I want to beat this cancer, but if by some chance I don’t…someday this company will be your inheritance, no matter what. Maybe someday you can go back, but for now…this needs to be your focus. I won’t take no for an answer.”

So he did. He walked away from the XWF and wrestling as a whole, because his father was fighting cancer and someone needed to run the family business. He vowed that day that he would eventually come back and be better than ever.

“So, look what the cat dragged in. It’s Jason Cashe making his glorious return, foisted into the unenviable spot of being Thunder Knuckles’ makeshift partner after Bobby Bourbon unfortunately did not succumb to his tongue injury. At least mother nature finally shut him up. Let’s see, last we saw you was about a year ago, right? You were Television champion and declared for War Games, but you chose to take your ball and go home and hand the title over to Mastermind. You were butt hurt over how former fedhead Thaddeus Duke was running things. Now he’s gone and you suddenly want to make a return. Convenient”

“Hoodrat wanker fights like a wounded dog, a day late and a nipple short, is that it? Well, call me Michael Vick. When you fail to help TK hold on to the Anarchy tag titles, if he doesn’t beat you himself, I’ll give you a taste of this whip. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d turn the other cheek and ask Daddy for more. Sick fuck. My weapon XXXVI won the Revolution title without my help. He beat your boy TK the way I taught him to. Before I got to him, he was a joke. Barbarism is my forte and I see you enjoy it too.”

“The irony of this glass ceiling match is that before he and I wore masks, you could say we never broke through the glass ceiling. Life got in the way before we could. But we’ve come back stronger than ever. My first match back and I’m straight into a title match in the main event of Anarchy. Talk about a comeback. This match too is violent, just the way I like it. As the Director, I get to yell cut while actually shanking two bloated ego scrubs with broken glass. In order to win, you have to either toss us off or pin us both and I reckon you’ll be too busy bleeding like stuck pigs to do either. It’s gonna be a bloodbath! TK, maybe I’ll cut your tongue too, so you and Bobby can match. I’d be doing the world a favor.”

“It’s fitting that TK is bringing in the man who gave up because he didn’t get his way, going into war games, when it seems he’s doing the same thing. Is that it, TK? You want to give away these titles like Jason did? So you too can disappear for a year or more, leaving the War Games fold to the understudies? I feel you might be a top pick if you stay, but maybe the feeling is gone since your boyfriend Bobby left. Maybe you just don’t have it in you anymore. Should I call ‘Psycho’ Solomon to have you put down like ol’ Bliz? Or perhaps I’ll just do it myself, along with my weapon. Then the world will finally be rid of the relic that you’ve become and welcome the new Anarchy tag team champions.”

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