Post by Cable Arcane on Jul 6, 2017 2:28:10 GMT
Chapter Five.
February 28th, 2017
New Orleans, Louisiana
My first night in jail was entirely restless. I’d say I tossed and turned but if you’ve ever spent a night sleeping on a six inch thick piece of steel you would know there is no position more comfortable than the other. Basically I laid on my back staring at the ceiling all night long drifting in and out of sleep.
The few times I actually found rest my mind went back to January 3rd, 2016 and in my restless state I began to see things as I was accused of them happening.
The “young boy” as they would refer to him was completely innocent, just a fan in the crowd who through no fault of his own found the back of his hand catching me in the left ear. The feelings of anger and rage burned through me like a forest fire as I turned and clutched the “child” by the throat, slamming him to the concrete floor, the back of his skull making a noticeable thud.
I woke with a start as Detective Smith banged on the bars with a set of cuffs, his partner, Detective Picard seeming to sigh behind him as Smith leaned against my cage with a smile.
“Interrogation time.” Smith said with an almost sadistic tone.
Internally I felt my heart begin to race, I hadn’t spoken to an attorney yet, I didn’t know the full extent of the charges, this couldn’t be legal.
“I’m not saying anything without representation.” My remark brought a sarcastic frown to the face of Smith.
“I’m sorry, did it sound like a request? It wasn’t.” Smith remarked as he unlocked and slid the cell door open, “Let’s go.”
Smith lead the way down the long hallway, there were a few other cells holding who I assume were men and women picked up for having a few too many drinks or perhaps ladies of the night, again I based most of my assumptions on what I learned from watching Law and Order far too early in the morning.
We finally reached a closet sized room with an elementary school sized desk and a very large lamp sat upon it. I’d watched enough police procedurals to know this next part was going to be extremely uncomfortable for me. Smith attached my cuffs to a ring that was screwed into the table.
“Can I get you anything?” Picard chimed in.
“I’d love something to ea-“ Smith cut me off, “He can eat when we’re done.”
It suddenly dawned on me as I observed Smith and Picard exchange glances, they were playing “Good cop/Bad cop” right in front of my eyes and I think at least Smith thought this was going to work. I had to fight back a smile. I’d been in enough trouble in my youth to know never to say anything without some form of representation but as Smith took a seat before me and Picard poured me a glass of water I knew they were actually going to try this.
“So what do you remember of the night of January 3rd,2016?” Smith asked in al seriousness.
“Look guys, I appreciate and respect what you do but I’m not saying anything without an attorney present.” Smith sneered at my response.
“Mr. Arcane, we are trying to help.” Picard spoke up now and I actually believed that he meant it, he wanted to help, it was his partner who preferred an open and shut case.
A knock against the steel door cut Smith off before he started. Picard crossed the tiny space and opened the door. On the other side stood a meek looking man in police uniform, behind him was a rotund balding man in a three piece suit he had to have purchased at goodwill.
“What do you want, Jensen?” Asked Picard.
“Um… This is Mr. Arcane’s-“ The man/child was cut off by the balding gentleman behind him.
“My name is Jimmy Snart and I will be representing Mr. Arcane and if you will excuse us I’d like some time alone with my client.” The man identified as Jimmy Snart looked from Picard to Smith with a sly little smirk on his face and then locked eyes with me.
“Jesus.” Smith uttered as he pushed himself up and exited the room, Picard in tow.
The man called Snart took the vacant seat before me with a smile, “Mr. Arcane, I’m here to help.”
You know how every now and again you come across someone you just shouldn't have fucked with?
That's us.
Funny thing is, if you four idiots had come to me I may have been inclined to help you rid this company of Spike Kane, Mike Laszlo and Roberto Verona just for the simple fact I don’t really care for anyone of them really. It’s not as if I’d shed a tear if the three of them were suddenly unable to keep competing in IWF. Between Spike Kane turning a niche from late nineties wrestling into a career to Laszlo never growing from the one good thing he’s ever done to Roberto Verona ducking every legitimate challenge he’s ever face, I’d love for IWF to finally be a true land of competitive professional wrestling.
But you didn’t ask me, instead you lumped me into with a group of men I’d stab in the back than shake the hand of all to make some incredibly convoluted point. Essentially the four of you attacked us like a bunch of Heath Ledger-Joker wannabes who just escaped a comic con talking about bringing chaos to IWF like any of you even understand the concept.
Tell me something Cross, Kaos and Hednir, who the fuck signs your checks?
Who the hell gives you the stage on which to perform your craft?
Who is it exactly that brought you into or back to this company?
Because you sure as hell didn't just break into the arena and start running rampant over the production crew, you aren't performing in unsanctioned matches on national television for free, I'm sure you’ve got a nice merch check coming for your pretty little t-shirts.
So tell me more about this chaos?
Because I may not like Roberto Verona as a person and I may want to punch him until his body stops twitching but I sure as hell recognize he's the man that keeps me both employed and living a pretty comfortable life style. I don't pretend to be anything other than what I am, a performer in his employ who he could fire with little more than the stroke of his wrist, something I maybe denied while still touting the House of Howlett line but something I've come to understand very quickly now that I am not the flag bearer of this company. My gripe isn’t with his ability to run his company, it’s with his claim of being better than me when he refuses to face me.
The four of you want to cause some real chaos then try doing it in the ring without Michael Bay like explosions and meaningless threats.
Step into the ring with the best this company has to offer and show Roberto Verona exactly why he brought you back and exactly what this company has been missing.
You want to cause chaos then you upset the status quo. You take what these people in the crowd and at home expect and you turn that on its head. Beat the staples of the company, embarrass it’s legends, win their titles and prove to IWF that what they think works isn’t necessarily true!
Chaos isn’t running around like a couple of jack asses committing arson. That's just fucking stupid. If your idea of chaos is pissing off a man at least two of you should already know has no problem attempting to kill someone he shares a ring with then mission accomplished.
Thing is while I don't like Spike Kane I’m no longer inclined to stop him from committing triple homicide this coming Monday Night.
And Laszlo? He may not look like it but I promise you he's twice to three times the competitor anyone of you are and if Spike doesn't kill you he sure as hell will wrestle circles around you until your heads spin.
See, that's the thing about being something that you're not, eventually you're going to come up against people who are going to call your bluff.
That's us, boys.
We are each the epitome of what we represent from niche brutality to pure ability to cunning durability. The three of us will work together for as long as we need to to make sure the Council ends where it began, inside the ring with us, only difference will be who stands tall and who needs an ambulance ride out of the arena.
I've made it a point since returning to IWF to try and do everything the right way, my arrogance and/or ego didn't earn me any friends as I climbed the ranks and became a two time Imperial Champion but that doesn't change the fact you can look at what I've done since returning and know I'm just as goddamn good as I say am. I can't say the same about the four of you. The only thing you've shown me is you can beat up a clown in a joke of a match and attack men while their backs are turned.
Essentially, you're cowards.
Pissed off little egotists who think they matter more than do or at the very least wish they did.
You look at us and you see everything we've accomplished just by being ourselves and it burns you up inside.
You couldn’t capture the attention of the masses being yourselves so you’ve adopted this ridiculous mission statement that means literally nothing to seem like you matter. Unfortunately for you you’re as transparent as ever. As empty as a bottle of Jack Daniels in the Spike Kane estate.
Xavier Cross whose greatest accomplishment is being Spike Kane's first real victim in IWF.
Kole Kaos, he put a man on injured/reserved that nobody gave a shit about to begin with, nice.
Ulf Hednir, I'm sorry son but you need to stop watching those shit Marvel/Disney movies, no matter how hard you try you will never be a princess.
And Jason Sandman, someone I know about from other promotions and I'd almost respect if he wasn't standing side by side with three thirsty cowards.
As far as I’m concerned the four of you are about as threatening as James Gilmore.
The bottom line is this, Spike? He's going to try and kill you, yourboy Cross can tell you he may just succeed. Laszlo? He's going to try and embarrass you for the mockery of men you are. And me? I honestly don't even care about winning this week, Verona can keep my check, I just want to pummel each and every one of you until your faces are a fine red paste on the mat.
You picked exactly the wrong men to fuck with.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
That's us.
Funny thing is, if you four idiots had come to me I may have been inclined to help you rid this company of Spike Kane, Mike Laszlo and Roberto Verona just for the simple fact I don’t really care for anyone of them really. It’s not as if I’d shed a tear if the three of them were suddenly unable to keep competing in IWF. Between Spike Kane turning a niche from late nineties wrestling into a career to Laszlo never growing from the one good thing he’s ever done to Roberto Verona ducking every legitimate challenge he’s ever face, I’d love for IWF to finally be a true land of competitive professional wrestling.
But you didn’t ask me, instead you lumped me into with a group of men I’d stab in the back than shake the hand of all to make some incredibly convoluted point. Essentially the four of you attacked us like a bunch of Heath Ledger-Joker wannabes who just escaped a comic con talking about bringing chaos to IWF like any of you even understand the concept.
Tell me something Cross, Kaos and Hednir, who the fuck signs your checks?
Who the hell gives you the stage on which to perform your craft?
Who is it exactly that brought you into or back to this company?
Because you sure as hell didn't just break into the arena and start running rampant over the production crew, you aren't performing in unsanctioned matches on national television for free, I'm sure you’ve got a nice merch check coming for your pretty little t-shirts.
So tell me more about this chaos?
Because I may not like Roberto Verona as a person and I may want to punch him until his body stops twitching but I sure as hell recognize he's the man that keeps me both employed and living a pretty comfortable life style. I don't pretend to be anything other than what I am, a performer in his employ who he could fire with little more than the stroke of his wrist, something I maybe denied while still touting the House of Howlett line but something I've come to understand very quickly now that I am not the flag bearer of this company. My gripe isn’t with his ability to run his company, it’s with his claim of being better than me when he refuses to face me.
The four of you want to cause some real chaos then try doing it in the ring without Michael Bay like explosions and meaningless threats.
Step into the ring with the best this company has to offer and show Roberto Verona exactly why he brought you back and exactly what this company has been missing.
You want to cause chaos then you upset the status quo. You take what these people in the crowd and at home expect and you turn that on its head. Beat the staples of the company, embarrass it’s legends, win their titles and prove to IWF that what they think works isn’t necessarily true!
Chaos isn’t running around like a couple of jack asses committing arson. That's just fucking stupid. If your idea of chaos is pissing off a man at least two of you should already know has no problem attempting to kill someone he shares a ring with then mission accomplished.
Thing is while I don't like Spike Kane I’m no longer inclined to stop him from committing triple homicide this coming Monday Night.
And Laszlo? He may not look like it but I promise you he's twice to three times the competitor anyone of you are and if Spike doesn't kill you he sure as hell will wrestle circles around you until your heads spin.
See, that's the thing about being something that you're not, eventually you're going to come up against people who are going to call your bluff.
That's us, boys.
We are each the epitome of what we represent from niche brutality to pure ability to cunning durability. The three of us will work together for as long as we need to to make sure the Council ends where it began, inside the ring with us, only difference will be who stands tall and who needs an ambulance ride out of the arena.
I've made it a point since returning to IWF to try and do everything the right way, my arrogance and/or ego didn't earn me any friends as I climbed the ranks and became a two time Imperial Champion but that doesn't change the fact you can look at what I've done since returning and know I'm just as goddamn good as I say am. I can't say the same about the four of you. The only thing you've shown me is you can beat up a clown in a joke of a match and attack men while their backs are turned.
Essentially, you're cowards.
Pissed off little egotists who think they matter more than do or at the very least wish they did.
You look at us and you see everything we've accomplished just by being ourselves and it burns you up inside.
You couldn’t capture the attention of the masses being yourselves so you’ve adopted this ridiculous mission statement that means literally nothing to seem like you matter. Unfortunately for you you’re as transparent as ever. As empty as a bottle of Jack Daniels in the Spike Kane estate.
Xavier Cross whose greatest accomplishment is being Spike Kane's first real victim in IWF.
Kole Kaos, he put a man on injured/reserved that nobody gave a shit about to begin with, nice.
Ulf Hednir, I'm sorry son but you need to stop watching those shit Marvel/Disney movies, no matter how hard you try you will never be a princess.
And Jason Sandman, someone I know about from other promotions and I'd almost respect if he wasn't standing side by side with three thirsty cowards.
As far as I’m concerned the four of you are about as threatening as James Gilmore.
The bottom line is this, Spike? He's going to try and kill you, yourboy Cross can tell you he may just succeed. Laszlo? He's going to try and embarrass you for the mockery of men you are. And me? I honestly don't even care about winning this week, Verona can keep my check, I just want to pummel each and every one of you until your faces are a fine red paste on the mat.
You picked exactly the wrong men to fuck with.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
Well howdy there pardner.