Post by Cable Arcane on Apr 28, 2016 16:46:54 GMT
Cable Arcane is a man with a dark past but then, who isn’t now a days?
At only thirty years of age he has already seen more of the world than most of us will our entire lives.
Training to be a wrestler before he was legally allowed he’d honed his skills quickly, by the age of twenty he’d made a name for himself on the independent circuit around New England before a sense of honor and duty to his country lead him to join the military. A six-year tour, most of his time spent in Afghanistan, that’s where his story took a dark turn, that’s when Cable Arcane ceased to be a man and became something more.
Something worse.…
“Arcane! Get down!”
Bullets buzzing past his head wasn’t a regular occurrence, being stationed on guard duty meant a lot of long, hot days staring at the dessert waiting for something to happen, praying something didn’t happen but something always happens…
“Where the hell did they come from?”
“It doesn’t matter, just get the fuck down!”
He took his first life at the age of twenty-one. He always knew this was a possibility but he hadn’t entered the military looking to fight, only to serve but on this day he learned the most valuable lesson of his life…
Kill or be killed.
“Can you see them!? Do you have a shot!?”
“Yeah! I think-I think there’s just one.”
“Then take it!”
He peeked his head up over the mortar wall, the sand in his eyes distorting his vision as he looked through the scope on his rifle. He had the shot but the one doing the shooting, the head peeking back from behind a sand dune taking aim at him belonged to a boy, younger than he was then…
“TAKE IT!”
He pulled the trigger, one shot, one bullet and that’s when everything changed…
”No sleep. No rest.”
Now we find him in the only place where he feels truly alive, inside of a wrestling ring in the VWS training center. He leans against the ropes, arms crossed in front of his tattoo covered chest, a sly smirk on his face.
”Valentine Wrestling Syndicate, that’s a phrase you’re going to have to get used to because I don’t sleep. I don’t rest. I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best. I’m not here to be your friend, I’m not here to join your little clubs, I’m here to bludgeon and beat as many of you miserable little piss ants as I can until I’m the only one left standing.
Confidence oozes out of his every pore.
”What’s wrong VWS? You don’t like me already?”
He wears arrogance like a fine suit.
”Good, you shouldn’t because I’m going to make all of your lives a literal living hell. I get it, you don’t know me, you’ve never heard of me and you’re wondering why you should care about me? Don’t worry, I won’t just give you a reason to care about me, I’ll give you a reason to shake in your damn boots if you ever see me across the ring from you. Cause I don’t want your respect, I don’t want your admiration, I could give a shit less if the people in the crowd cheer me…”
“I just want your fear.”
“I want you to grovel at my boots and pray to the Gods above that I let you walk out of the ring. Pray that just this once Cable Arcane shows a little bit of mercy and you get to keep all of your teeth and your long term memory. Thing you’re going to learn about me is…”
He slowly pushes himself up off the ropes and then leans over the top so you can look him right in his sadistic eyes.
”I have no mercy.”
With a sick sneer he backs up off the ropes, turning slightly to get back to his training with only one final remark.
”I’ll be seeing you soon.”
At only thirty years of age he has already seen more of the world than most of us will our entire lives.
Training to be a wrestler before he was legally allowed he’d honed his skills quickly, by the age of twenty he’d made a name for himself on the independent circuit around New England before a sense of honor and duty to his country lead him to join the military. A six-year tour, most of his time spent in Afghanistan, that’s where his story took a dark turn, that’s when Cable Arcane ceased to be a man and became something more.
Something worse.…
“Arcane! Get down!”
Bullets buzzing past his head wasn’t a regular occurrence, being stationed on guard duty meant a lot of long, hot days staring at the dessert waiting for something to happen, praying something didn’t happen but something always happens…
“Where the hell did they come from?”
“It doesn’t matter, just get the fuck down!”
He took his first life at the age of twenty-one. He always knew this was a possibility but he hadn’t entered the military looking to fight, only to serve but on this day he learned the most valuable lesson of his life…
Kill or be killed.
“Can you see them!? Do you have a shot!?”
“Yeah! I think-I think there’s just one.”
“Then take it!”
He peeked his head up over the mortar wall, the sand in his eyes distorting his vision as he looked through the scope on his rifle. He had the shot but the one doing the shooting, the head peeking back from behind a sand dune taking aim at him belonged to a boy, younger than he was then…
“TAKE IT!”
He pulled the trigger, one shot, one bullet and that’s when everything changed…
”No sleep. No rest.”
Now we find him in the only place where he feels truly alive, inside of a wrestling ring in the VWS training center. He leans against the ropes, arms crossed in front of his tattoo covered chest, a sly smirk on his face.
”Valentine Wrestling Syndicate, that’s a phrase you’re going to have to get used to because I don’t sleep. I don’t rest. I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best. I’m not here to be your friend, I’m not here to join your little clubs, I’m here to bludgeon and beat as many of you miserable little piss ants as I can until I’m the only one left standing.
Confidence oozes out of his every pore.
”What’s wrong VWS? You don’t like me already?”
He wears arrogance like a fine suit.
”Good, you shouldn’t because I’m going to make all of your lives a literal living hell. I get it, you don’t know me, you’ve never heard of me and you’re wondering why you should care about me? Don’t worry, I won’t just give you a reason to care about me, I’ll give you a reason to shake in your damn boots if you ever see me across the ring from you. Cause I don’t want your respect, I don’t want your admiration, I could give a shit less if the people in the crowd cheer me…”
“I just want your fear.”
“I want you to grovel at my boots and pray to the Gods above that I let you walk out of the ring. Pray that just this once Cable Arcane shows a little bit of mercy and you get to keep all of your teeth and your long term memory. Thing you’re going to learn about me is…”
He slowly pushes himself up off the ropes and then leans over the top so you can look him right in his sadistic eyes.
”I have no mercy.”
With a sick sneer he backs up off the ropes, turning slightly to get back to his training with only one final remark.
”I’ll be seeing you soon.”
