Post by Cable Arcane on Jun 12, 2016 22:44:50 GMT
He walked backstage a conquering champion, the VWS Velocity Championship proudly slung over his shoulder and shit eating grin like you’ve never seen before. He exchanged glances with “co-workers” and staff, all of them looking away as soon as he locked eyes with them. Cable was exploding with confidence, arrogance and a general feeling of “Come and get me.” No one wanted to lock eyes for more than a second and that’s how he liked it, none of these low lives deserved to even look upon him, let alone meet his gaze.
He stopped by the gorilla position, looking over at Ana Valentine, the one true “boss” if there was one. She nodded in approval of his destruction of Landon Dalmon but his only response was a look of disgust, as if Landon Dalmon was the best competition you could provide. He walked off, his head still high as everyone moved from his path.
That is until one person brought the newly crowned Velocity Champion to a dead stop in the middle of the hall way.
There she was, the one person in all the world who could whip the smirk from his face and bring him to his knees.
Amber Richards…
She locked eyes with him, something no one else even dared to do, she began to move away from the crowd of people she had been talking to and in his general direction. Cable quickly observed his surroundings and found the easiest escape route, turning to his right and heading down a random hall way in this labyrinth of an arena. He thought he heard her call his name but he pushed it from his mind.
That was the first time he’d seen her since signing with VWS…
He thought he was over her, thought he could just walk in the doors and dominate all the nobodies Valentine had hired, thought he could just carry on with his life like two years ago never happened but in a single instant everything he thought was ripped away. He can’t be here, he can’t do this, he can’t carry on like she never mattered to him at all…
And then he remembered.
Renee Pleasant….
The arrogant brute of a man who made one promotion his bitch and now had come to VWS, much like himself, to prove that it wasn’t a fluke. He could almost admire the man if it wasn’t for who he slept next to at night…
Amber…
Jesus, why did it bother him so much, why couldn’t he wipe the memory of her face from his mind like he could so many others? Why did his chest hurt so suddenly as he thought about the look on her face from moments ago? Not of disgust or anger, she looked genuinely happy to see him, happier than she ever looked when they were together so long ago…
He’d watched them back in the other place, saw them fall in love, knew from the moment he saw them together that they were soul mates but for whatever reason it still bothered him. Angered him. Made him mad enough to beat someone to the point of never waking up again.
He clutched the Velocity Championship in the palms of his hands, staring at his own reflection in the center medallion and reminded himself of why he was here.
This was why he was here.
This was the only reason he woke up every morning.
Championship gold.
He pushed all thoughts of her from his mind and re focused on what it was he came here to accomplish. Back in the other place, the place built on faded memories and reliving former glories, he never stood a chance. They were too focused on themselves, building a promotion around the second best of another era. But here he could truly ascend, he could become what he already knew he was.
The best in the World.
Forget about her, all her whispered lies and broken promises and thing about the only thing that matters. He is a champion. As he should be. He holds a belt that many others see as a stepping stone to the “World” Championship, but he’s beaten the “World” Champion. He’s already shown he belongs here, he’s already shown he’s the best and this “second tier” championship is the only belt that matters in VWS for as long as he holds.
Because he is the best.
No one else.
Not even that lumbering neanderthal Renee Pleasant…
He re-secured the Velocity Championship over his shoulder, regained his composure and made his way to the shared locker room of the mid card wrestlers of VWS, a temporary thing he knew, because soon he would be making demands, demands they would have to meet if they wished to keep employing the best wrestler in the world today.
He took a seat on the old wooden bench, laying the championship next to him and taking a moment to absorb everything that had happened tonight when a familiar voice caught his attention…
”Cable?”
He looked up from the floor, shock wasn’t a big enough word to describe his reaction when he saw her…
”Abby?”
He stopped by the gorilla position, looking over at Ana Valentine, the one true “boss” if there was one. She nodded in approval of his destruction of Landon Dalmon but his only response was a look of disgust, as if Landon Dalmon was the best competition you could provide. He walked off, his head still high as everyone moved from his path.
That is until one person brought the newly crowned Velocity Champion to a dead stop in the middle of the hall way.
There she was, the one person in all the world who could whip the smirk from his face and bring him to his knees.
Amber Richards…
She locked eyes with him, something no one else even dared to do, she began to move away from the crowd of people she had been talking to and in his general direction. Cable quickly observed his surroundings and found the easiest escape route, turning to his right and heading down a random hall way in this labyrinth of an arena. He thought he heard her call his name but he pushed it from his mind.
That was the first time he’d seen her since signing with VWS…
He thought he was over her, thought he could just walk in the doors and dominate all the nobodies Valentine had hired, thought he could just carry on with his life like two years ago never happened but in a single instant everything he thought was ripped away. He can’t be here, he can’t do this, he can’t carry on like she never mattered to him at all…
And then he remembered.
Renee Pleasant….
The arrogant brute of a man who made one promotion his bitch and now had come to VWS, much like himself, to prove that it wasn’t a fluke. He could almost admire the man if it wasn’t for who he slept next to at night…
Amber…
Jesus, why did it bother him so much, why couldn’t he wipe the memory of her face from his mind like he could so many others? Why did his chest hurt so suddenly as he thought about the look on her face from moments ago? Not of disgust or anger, she looked genuinely happy to see him, happier than she ever looked when they were together so long ago…
He’d watched them back in the other place, saw them fall in love, knew from the moment he saw them together that they were soul mates but for whatever reason it still bothered him. Angered him. Made him mad enough to beat someone to the point of never waking up again.
He clutched the Velocity Championship in the palms of his hands, staring at his own reflection in the center medallion and reminded himself of why he was here.
This was why he was here.
This was the only reason he woke up every morning.
Championship gold.
He pushed all thoughts of her from his mind and re focused on what it was he came here to accomplish. Back in the other place, the place built on faded memories and reliving former glories, he never stood a chance. They were too focused on themselves, building a promotion around the second best of another era. But here he could truly ascend, he could become what he already knew he was.
The best in the World.
Forget about her, all her whispered lies and broken promises and thing about the only thing that matters. He is a champion. As he should be. He holds a belt that many others see as a stepping stone to the “World” Championship, but he’s beaten the “World” Champion. He’s already shown he belongs here, he’s already shown he’s the best and this “second tier” championship is the only belt that matters in VWS for as long as he holds.
Because he is the best.
No one else.
Not even that lumbering neanderthal Renee Pleasant…
He re-secured the Velocity Championship over his shoulder, regained his composure and made his way to the shared locker room of the mid card wrestlers of VWS, a temporary thing he knew, because soon he would be making demands, demands they would have to meet if they wished to keep employing the best wrestler in the world today.
He took a seat on the old wooden bench, laying the championship next to him and taking a moment to absorb everything that had happened tonight when a familiar voice caught his attention…
”Cable?”
He looked up from the floor, shock wasn’t a big enough word to describe his reaction when he saw her…
”Abby?”
Is this real life?
Because I don’t think it is. I’m coming off the match of the night at All In where I showed everyone that Cable arcane is the man to beat in VWS.
And what is my reward?
Besides the Velocity Championship over my shoulder?
I get to face two nobodies in a nothing triple threat match on Tuesday Night Tenacity.
Let me ask you something Ana Valentine, do you want me to just quit right now? Do you want me to drop the most sought after championship in the industry because I hold it and take my talents elsewhere? Because I’m about to. I’m above the so called challengers you’ve lined up for me this Tuesday, above their “notoriety” and above their oh so clever “gimmicks.”
Don’t you remember, VWS BELONGS TO ME!
I’ve already beaten your alleged “World” Champion, I’ve made every man I get into the ring with look like a punk ass rookie as I’ve had my way with them and beaten them in the center of the ring. So instead of giving me what I deserve, a REAL CHALLENGE you put me in the ring with two men not even the most devoted of the IWC have ever heard of.
Thanks.
Andre “I’ve listened to too much NWA” Aquaman and Mike “I’m the Terryville High School Champion of the World” Storm.
What the hell am I supposed to do with them?
I just leveled Lan Dalmon in under five minutes, the man YOU promoted as the second best this promotion has to offer. Two weeks ago I took a legit Hall of Fame wrestler in Alex Jones and pinned him in the center of the ring.
I AM THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY!
I am the only real Champion you have, the only real wrestler you have, the only real man as far as I’m concerned. I am the whole damn show, the only reason anyone even bothers to tune in to the soap opera bullshit you promote on a weekly basis because the hot dog loving idiots in the crowd want to bear witness to my greatness for five whole minutes before going back to jacking off to disgusting videos on porn hub.
And this is what you offer me?
Why should I even bother showing up? I’ve won this match before the ink even dried, Strom and Andre aren’t a challenge, they aren’t even good enough to be my sparring partners. I will embarrass them, worse than that, I’ll destroy them.
They think because they spent some time wrestling in backyards in front of fellow nobodies that they deserve to be in the ring with someone like Cable Arcane?
NO!
I don’t even need a clever quip for that, NO! They don’t deserve to share the ring with me, they don’t deserve to be near the most coveted championship in the professional wrestling world and they certainly don’t deserve any of the tv time they are going to get or the notoriety sharing a ring with me is sure to give them. What they deserve is to get the fuck out of my ring, my promotion and my fucking world because they are nothing to me.
I’m not about to pretend some brain dead pot head piece of shit is a challenge.
I’m not about to entertain the delusions of an idiot jackass who dominated some promotion no one has ever heard of besides his mom who buys front row tickets every week.
The both of you are nothing.
I’ve wrestled for REAL World Championships, fought ACTUAL Hall of Fame Wrestlers, BEATEN some of the men you still have posters of on your walls.
Who the fuck are either of you?
Some boys in the hood reject and an American Horror Story extra?
What are you even doing in my promotion?
VWS must be desperate to sign you, grabbing anyone with nothing better to do and throwing them in the ring with the best thing going today. I’m going to be absolutely honest with you right now, I’m completely and utterly offended. I didn’t sign on to wrestle glorified janitors or ring crew. I signed because I was promised the best wrestlers in the industry today.
But I don’t see them.
Or I’ve already beaten them.
Outside of Alex Jones and myself VWS isn’t exactly offering the best.
Instead their offering the left overs, the men who couldn’t hack in a real wrestling promotion, the supposed outcast who tell it like it is except their all telling the same exact story. So let me tell you one right now.
Tuesday night will be the last time Andre or Storm will be wasting anyone’s time on national television. After I’m done destroying them they won’t be physically capable of wrestling again.
That’s a promise.
Because I don’t have time for men like them. I don’t have time for men who are more concerned with getting laid than bettering their performance inside of a ring. I don’t have time for men who like play psycho instead of preparing for what it is they need to do inside of the ring.
I don’t have time for either of you.
One is a played out stereotype who thinks he’s being edgy and the other is a gimmick so tired that even Mick Fucking Foley stopped pretending.
I’m a wrestler.
That’s what I do, that’s who I am and that’s all I care about.
Every waking moment of my life is dedicated to being better inside of that ring than I was the week before. I don’t play up a gimmick, I don’t pander to the idiots in the crowd, I don’t put on a face or wear a special costume, I do out to that ring and I kick people’s fucking head’s off until I am the only one left standing with a championship over my shoulder.
That’s who I am.
Cable Fucking Arcane.
The Velocity Champion.
The man who beat Alex Jones like it was his first match..
The man who took VWS by storm.
The man who is not going to relent, not going to stop until I see the both of you bloody and broken before me, begging for mercy but I’m sorry to say there won’t be any. I’m making it my personal mission to see the both of you driven from my promotion, beaten so badly that you’ll have to go back to bagging groceries and flipping hamburgers before you even consider wrestling again for fear that I’ll come find you.
You’re going to learn real quick who your asses belong to.
Me.
Just fucking pray I let you live to see Wednesday.
No Sleep.
No Rest.
No Mercy.
Because I don’t think it is. I’m coming off the match of the night at All In where I showed everyone that Cable arcane is the man to beat in VWS.
And what is my reward?
Besides the Velocity Championship over my shoulder?
I get to face two nobodies in a nothing triple threat match on Tuesday Night Tenacity.
Let me ask you something Ana Valentine, do you want me to just quit right now? Do you want me to drop the most sought after championship in the industry because I hold it and take my talents elsewhere? Because I’m about to. I’m above the so called challengers you’ve lined up for me this Tuesday, above their “notoriety” and above their oh so clever “gimmicks.”
Don’t you remember, VWS BELONGS TO ME!
I’ve already beaten your alleged “World” Champion, I’ve made every man I get into the ring with look like a punk ass rookie as I’ve had my way with them and beaten them in the center of the ring. So instead of giving me what I deserve, a REAL CHALLENGE you put me in the ring with two men not even the most devoted of the IWC have ever heard of.
Thanks.
Andre “I’ve listened to too much NWA” Aquaman and Mike “I’m the Terryville High School Champion of the World” Storm.
What the hell am I supposed to do with them?
I just leveled Lan Dalmon in under five minutes, the man YOU promoted as the second best this promotion has to offer. Two weeks ago I took a legit Hall of Fame wrestler in Alex Jones and pinned him in the center of the ring.
I AM THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY!
I am the only real Champion you have, the only real wrestler you have, the only real man as far as I’m concerned. I am the whole damn show, the only reason anyone even bothers to tune in to the soap opera bullshit you promote on a weekly basis because the hot dog loving idiots in the crowd want to bear witness to my greatness for five whole minutes before going back to jacking off to disgusting videos on porn hub.
And this is what you offer me?
Why should I even bother showing up? I’ve won this match before the ink even dried, Strom and Andre aren’t a challenge, they aren’t even good enough to be my sparring partners. I will embarrass them, worse than that, I’ll destroy them.
They think because they spent some time wrestling in backyards in front of fellow nobodies that they deserve to be in the ring with someone like Cable Arcane?
NO!
I don’t even need a clever quip for that, NO! They don’t deserve to share the ring with me, they don’t deserve to be near the most coveted championship in the professional wrestling world and they certainly don’t deserve any of the tv time they are going to get or the notoriety sharing a ring with me is sure to give them. What they deserve is to get the fuck out of my ring, my promotion and my fucking world because they are nothing to me.
I’m not about to pretend some brain dead pot head piece of shit is a challenge.
I’m not about to entertain the delusions of an idiot jackass who dominated some promotion no one has ever heard of besides his mom who buys front row tickets every week.
The both of you are nothing.
I’ve wrestled for REAL World Championships, fought ACTUAL Hall of Fame Wrestlers, BEATEN some of the men you still have posters of on your walls.
Who the fuck are either of you?
Some boys in the hood reject and an American Horror Story extra?
What are you even doing in my promotion?
VWS must be desperate to sign you, grabbing anyone with nothing better to do and throwing them in the ring with the best thing going today. I’m going to be absolutely honest with you right now, I’m completely and utterly offended. I didn’t sign on to wrestle glorified janitors or ring crew. I signed because I was promised the best wrestlers in the industry today.
But I don’t see them.
Or I’ve already beaten them.
Outside of Alex Jones and myself VWS isn’t exactly offering the best.
Instead their offering the left overs, the men who couldn’t hack in a real wrestling promotion, the supposed outcast who tell it like it is except their all telling the same exact story. So let me tell you one right now.
Tuesday night will be the last time Andre or Storm will be wasting anyone’s time on national television. After I’m done destroying them they won’t be physically capable of wrestling again.
That’s a promise.
Because I don’t have time for men like them. I don’t have time for men who are more concerned with getting laid than bettering their performance inside of a ring. I don’t have time for men who like play psycho instead of preparing for what it is they need to do inside of the ring.
I don’t have time for either of you.
One is a played out stereotype who thinks he’s being edgy and the other is a gimmick so tired that even Mick Fucking Foley stopped pretending.
I’m a wrestler.
That’s what I do, that’s who I am and that’s all I care about.
Every waking moment of my life is dedicated to being better inside of that ring than I was the week before. I don’t play up a gimmick, I don’t pander to the idiots in the crowd, I don’t put on a face or wear a special costume, I do out to that ring and I kick people’s fucking head’s off until I am the only one left standing with a championship over my shoulder.
That’s who I am.
Cable Fucking Arcane.
The Velocity Champion.
The man who beat Alex Jones like it was his first match..
The man who took VWS by storm.
The man who is not going to relent, not going to stop until I see the both of you bloody and broken before me, begging for mercy but I’m sorry to say there won’t be any. I’m making it my personal mission to see the both of you driven from my promotion, beaten so badly that you’ll have to go back to bagging groceries and flipping hamburgers before you even consider wrestling again for fear that I’ll come find you.
You’re going to learn real quick who your asses belong to.
Me.
Just fucking pray I let you live to see Wednesday.
No Sleep.
No Rest.
No Mercy.
