Post by Cable Arcane on May 31, 2016 3:45:51 GMT
Signing his name to a Valentine Wrestling Syndicate wasn’t an easy choice, despite what you may think. Sure, there was a lot of money on the table and the opportunity to perform in front of millions of people the world over but there was also something else. Something Cable didn’t like to think about.
Baggage.
Valentine Wrestling wasn’t without it’s familiar faces to Cable Arcane and that wasn’t just the Alex’s and the Ana’s, there were other faces he recognized, some of which he never wanted to see again. Some of which he actually made it a point to avoid after severing ties with the last “major” promotion he worked for.
“I just want to make sure there isn’t going to be a problem?”
“That’s what the nameless suit had asked him during their final meeting before he signed. He looked ever so slightly worried though he masked it with a smug arrogance that would fool most people.
“Why would there be a problem?”
“Well we are aware-“
“You mean Alex and Ana?”
“VWS is aware of a certain history with a member of our roster.”
He’d spent a lot of time trying to forget the name of the person this faceless lawyer was referring to. They certainly had a “history” if being the only person Cable was ever capable of caring about is considered being a “history”. There was time, not so long ago, that he could have actually seen himself being happy outside of a wrestling ring.
“And what’s your point?”
“Well things between the two of you didn’t end so well and we just want to make sure that-“
“I’m not going to do something the sponsors or investors would look down on?”
“Precisely.”
But that time was just a commercial break on the shit show called life.
“Amber and I are ancient history. I’m here for one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“To be the best.”
He signed that contract, obviously, not letting the best interfere with his decisions today. But still he made a conscious effort to avoid the one person he never wanted to see again. Three weeks in and they still had not crossed paths, despite his prominent place on the card, Cable Arcane had managed to avoid the one person he never wanted to see again.
“There is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”
Still her words haunted him, the way she made him feel inside, like he actually mattered to another human being.
“I love you, Amber.”
“I love you too, Cable.”
But it was all a lie, a clever mind game being played by a man who perceived himself to be a God. At the time he was too heart broken to keep fighting though he wanted too. For the first time in his entire life he felt like someone actually cared about him as much as he cared about them but it was all a lie. Lost in his own anger and heart ache he found himself unemployed, back on the independent circuit working for every meal.
He was already cold inside, numb to most of the world around him, Amber’s betrayal pushed him over the edge, sent him to a place so dark that the light would never be able to touch his skin again.
“Good match.”
That is until he pinned the VWS World Champion in the center of the ring this passed week on Tenacity. He didn’t bask in the glory, he didn’t gloat to the fans, the ending of that match was exactly as it should have been in his mind. He’s the best in the world and he just proved it against the current World Champion. But as he walked backstage he was caught off guard by a voice he never wanted to hear again.
“Thanks.”
He replied coldly, not facing her but instead walking toward the shared locker room of the lower card talent, a place he didn’t feel he belonged.
“Cable?”
He could feel he reach out for him but he refused to let her touch him, he refused to go back to that place she took him once before. He refused to believe she ever actually cared for him. Instead he walked on, ignoring her, heading toward the locker room where he all but kicked the door in, startling the rest of the talent who shared the space with him.
The look on his face sent them scattering like rats from a sinking ship and that alone made him smile.
He felt it again as he sat alone in the locker room, the pull of the light, the false warm embrace it offered. He knew from a life time of experience that the light offered nothing but pain, anguish and disappointment. He took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, cleansing himself of the thought that there was something better than this, something better than this.
Professional Wrestling was his world, the only world he could control and control it he will, one match at a time, one opponent at a time, one championship at a time…
Baggage.
Valentine Wrestling wasn’t without it’s familiar faces to Cable Arcane and that wasn’t just the Alex’s and the Ana’s, there were other faces he recognized, some of which he never wanted to see again. Some of which he actually made it a point to avoid after severing ties with the last “major” promotion he worked for.
“I just want to make sure there isn’t going to be a problem?”
“That’s what the nameless suit had asked him during their final meeting before he signed. He looked ever so slightly worried though he masked it with a smug arrogance that would fool most people.
“Why would there be a problem?”
“Well we are aware-“
“You mean Alex and Ana?”
“VWS is aware of a certain history with a member of our roster.”
He’d spent a lot of time trying to forget the name of the person this faceless lawyer was referring to. They certainly had a “history” if being the only person Cable was ever capable of caring about is considered being a “history”. There was time, not so long ago, that he could have actually seen himself being happy outside of a wrestling ring.
“And what’s your point?”
“Well things between the two of you didn’t end so well and we just want to make sure that-“
“I’m not going to do something the sponsors or investors would look down on?”
“Precisely.”
But that time was just a commercial break on the shit show called life.
“Amber and I are ancient history. I’m here for one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“To be the best.”
He signed that contract, obviously, not letting the best interfere with his decisions today. But still he made a conscious effort to avoid the one person he never wanted to see again. Three weeks in and they still had not crossed paths, despite his prominent place on the card, Cable Arcane had managed to avoid the one person he never wanted to see again.
“There is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”
Still her words haunted him, the way she made him feel inside, like he actually mattered to another human being.
“I love you, Amber.”
“I love you too, Cable.”
But it was all a lie, a clever mind game being played by a man who perceived himself to be a God. At the time he was too heart broken to keep fighting though he wanted too. For the first time in his entire life he felt like someone actually cared about him as much as he cared about them but it was all a lie. Lost in his own anger and heart ache he found himself unemployed, back on the independent circuit working for every meal.
He was already cold inside, numb to most of the world around him, Amber’s betrayal pushed him over the edge, sent him to a place so dark that the light would never be able to touch his skin again.
“Good match.”
That is until he pinned the VWS World Champion in the center of the ring this passed week on Tenacity. He didn’t bask in the glory, he didn’t gloat to the fans, the ending of that match was exactly as it should have been in his mind. He’s the best in the world and he just proved it against the current World Champion. But as he walked backstage he was caught off guard by a voice he never wanted to hear again.
“Thanks.”
He replied coldly, not facing her but instead walking toward the shared locker room of the lower card talent, a place he didn’t feel he belonged.
“Cable?”
He could feel he reach out for him but he refused to let her touch him, he refused to go back to that place she took him once before. He refused to believe she ever actually cared for him. Instead he walked on, ignoring her, heading toward the locker room where he all but kicked the door in, startling the rest of the talent who shared the space with him.
The look on his face sent them scattering like rats from a sinking ship and that alone made him smile.
He felt it again as he sat alone in the locker room, the pull of the light, the false warm embrace it offered. He knew from a life time of experience that the light offered nothing but pain, anguish and disappointment. He took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, cleansing himself of the thought that there was something better than this, something better than this.
Professional Wrestling was his world, the only world he could control and control it he will, one match at a time, one opponent at a time, one championship at a time…
So this is it.
All In.
Me versus Landon Dalmon for the Valentine Wrestling Syndicate Velocity Champiomnship.
Well you’re going to have to excuse me while I ask what the hell took you people so long to give me this match? I understand you people seem to think everyone needs to earn their keep around here but Cable Arcane wasn’t part of the conversation back when you were making the rules. See the whole land scape of this company changed once I signed my name to that dotted line.
This should have been my first match.
But it doesn’t matter now because I’m here, days away from facing that pretty boy piece of shit named Landon Dalmon who has been clutching onto the Velocity Championship for dear life ever since he won it. He couldn’t get it done in the ring against the World Champion, excuse me, CURRENT World Champion until I get my match, Alex Jones so he jumped at the chance to be second best in this newborn promotion.
Second best that is until I got here.
Since the moment my name was announce you have been shaking in your frilly little boots, scared of the day that Cable Arcane would come calling for your championship. Well that day has come Landon, I want that pretty gold belt around your waist, I want to hold it up above my head while you lay unconscious in the center of the ring, I want the entire world recognize Cable Arcane as the best in the world today.
I’ve already beaten the World Champion.
Pinned his shoulders in the center of the ring.
So once I take the Velocity Championship and strap it around my waist it will no longer be the runner up championship in VWS. Not even close. It will be the premiere championship because everyone will know that Cable Arcane is the top dog in Valentine Wrestling. I’ve beaten the self proclaimed best in the world in my third match here, all I need now is a shiny little trinket to really solidify my status in this company.
Oh I’m sure you have some objections and I’ll be happy to hear them once you tear yourself away from your sister long enough to speak but let’s be honest about the situation. My beating you is just an inevitability, you know that, the fans know that, I sure as hell know that. There is no question going into this match who is going to win. Not even a doubt in anyone’s minds. Cable Arcane is the next Velocity Champion, it’s a done deal, they’ve already printed the t-shirts that the IWC is going to buy up because they love to cheer the “cool” heel.
You just need to admit defeat and let fate play itself out.
Of course don’t take that to mean I’m over looking you because I’m not. I don’t take a moment I have inside that ring for granted, not one! Being a professional wrestler is the only thing I ever wanted to do from the moment I watched a man beg for his freedom from the inside of a casket on Saturday morning television. I wanted to be that guy, that sadistic, hated piece of human scum who didn’t bat an eye lash when it came to ending another man’s career to prove he was the best.
Now here I am.
About to stand in the ring with Landon Dalmon, a man who is more concerned with pleasing his sister than he is with being the best in the world today. You absolutely disgust me, Landon.
Disgust.
Me.
Your focus isn’t on the ring, it isn’t on that championship, it isn’t on being better than the man across from you. Your focus is on surviving, furthering your little brand as you slink by men who are far more skilled than you could ever hope to be. You’ve gotten lucky in VWS, you’ve faced off against men who don’t deserve their spot on the roster. I chalk that up to VWS being desperate to sign anyone regardless of how good they are.
But now you’re facing me.
You’re facing the man who defeated Alex Jones the first time I got in the ring with him.
I beat the World Champion.
So let me ask you this, who the hell are you?
You’re not the World Champion, you failed to qualify for that opportunity, instead settling to become the first ever second best champion in the promotion. Am I supposed to be impressed that you weren’t good enough to main event the first ever World Championship match? Am I supposed to care that you’re the first ever runner up champion? Am I supposed to cower in fear at the man who Alex Jones unceremoniously destroyed the one and only time you ever got into the ring together?
No.
Like I told Alex last week, VWS belongs to me. Your belt, it belongs to me, the World Championship, that belongs to me too. It’s just a matter of time before I take what is already mine and fighting against me is just a lesson in futility. You and all the idiotic fat asses in the crowd need to get it through your thick little skulls that Cable Arcane is the best in the world today.
There’s me and then there is everyone else.
The sooner you come to terms with that the sooner you can move on with your life. Crawl back into bed with your sister and forget about that short period of time where it seemed like you actually mattered. Because I can promise you this Landon, I am taking the Velocity Championship home with me, I will elevate it to a level you could never hope to reach because you just aren’t good enough and I will leave you bloody in the center of the ring struggling to forget just how badly I beat you.
This won’t be a match.
It’ll be a massacre.
I have no problem hurting you. I have no problem breaking you. You mean absolutely nothing to me and I’d die happy never having to see you inside of MY ring again. So take that into consideration when you finally drag yourself out from underneath your sister.
I have no problem ending your career to further mine.
No Sleep.
No Rest.
No Mercy.
