Post by Cable Arcane on Aug 27, 2017 21:09:11 GMT
Something that still amazes me after fifteen years in the business is the duality of professional wrestlers as people.
On the one hand we are expected to go out to the ring and beat the living hell out of each other for the enjoyment of the fans but on the other hand we are also expected not to hurt each other too badly so we can do it again the next night.
It’s an amazing thing to put that amount of trust into the man across the ring from you. At any moment if someone wanted to they could end your professional caree. A close friend of mine, Spike Kane has actually made a lot of money being infamous for just that. You don’t shoot on Spike Kane because then he’s got the green light to shoot on you and trust me, he’s going to take it too far.
However it’s not just the in ring duality that still amazes me, it’s the duality backstage.
When you work for a major wrestling promotion you spend nearly every day of your life with the same group of people. They become almost like an extended family. You’ve got brothers, sisters, locker room leaders who are almost like parents, perfectly happy to give advice or guide a young talent. Thing is, as close you may think you are to someone there are also people in the business who are fake. They smile to your face, wait for you to turn around and then bury a knife in your back.
For those of you not in the know we actually call it “burying” someone and what that basically means is someone who may carry more weight in the locker room than yourself goes out of their way to ruin your chances at a lucrative career.
Sometimes people are just asking to be buried, they’re either unsafe in the ring or incredibly disrespectful, other times it’s just a vindictive tool used to secures one’s own position. It’s this odd duality of the professional wrestler that has always baffled me.
I don’t like to play games, I don’t put on a mask. The Cable Arcane you see in the ring or hear on the mic is the same Cable Arcane you’ll see backstage. I don’t pretend or pander, I’m not out for myself in a cruel or vindictive manner. I have always been of the opinion if you can’t get yourself over with the fans in the ring then you don’t belong in the business.
Some people like to call me cocky or arrogant because I don’t pull my punches. I tell it like it is. If I don’t like you I let you know and if I don’t think you belong in my ring I will go out of my way to make it painfully clear. But I’m not cocky, I’m confident in my skills and my abilities, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the best at what I do and that’s wrestle.
There is no duality to Cable Arcane and sometimes that gets me into trouble. People like Roberto Verona who have been in this business a fraction of the time I have are jealous of what I’ve been able to accomplish. They see me step into what they consider their ring and do things the way they are meant to be done and excel at it where as they’ve needed to rely on two faced and under handed tactics.
Essentially, there are people in this industry who are bullies.
They may hide it well or they may wear that fact on their sleeve. Regardless, I have never backed down from a fight, I have never let a bully dictate my life and I have never waivered in my belief that there is no one on this planet who can do what I do better than me.
It’s that confidence in myself that got me through the worst thing that’s ever happened to me because as it turns out people in general have duel personalities. Cops, lawyers, judges, some of them were honest and upfront while others were quick to condemn me without the proper facts.
Just remember, no matter what you’re going through in your life be honest, be up front, believe in yourself and perfect whatever it is you’re good at.
Do that and there isn’t anybody who can hold you down.
On the one hand we are expected to go out to the ring and beat the living hell out of each other for the enjoyment of the fans but on the other hand we are also expected not to hurt each other too badly so we can do it again the next night.
It’s an amazing thing to put that amount of trust into the man across the ring from you. At any moment if someone wanted to they could end your professional caree. A close friend of mine, Spike Kane has actually made a lot of money being infamous for just that. You don’t shoot on Spike Kane because then he’s got the green light to shoot on you and trust me, he’s going to take it too far.
However it’s not just the in ring duality that still amazes me, it’s the duality backstage.
When you work for a major wrestling promotion you spend nearly every day of your life with the same group of people. They become almost like an extended family. You’ve got brothers, sisters, locker room leaders who are almost like parents, perfectly happy to give advice or guide a young talent. Thing is, as close you may think you are to someone there are also people in the business who are fake. They smile to your face, wait for you to turn around and then bury a knife in your back.
For those of you not in the know we actually call it “burying” someone and what that basically means is someone who may carry more weight in the locker room than yourself goes out of their way to ruin your chances at a lucrative career.
Sometimes people are just asking to be buried, they’re either unsafe in the ring or incredibly disrespectful, other times it’s just a vindictive tool used to secures one’s own position. It’s this odd duality of the professional wrestler that has always baffled me.
I don’t like to play games, I don’t put on a mask. The Cable Arcane you see in the ring or hear on the mic is the same Cable Arcane you’ll see backstage. I don’t pretend or pander, I’m not out for myself in a cruel or vindictive manner. I have always been of the opinion if you can’t get yourself over with the fans in the ring then you don’t belong in the business.
Some people like to call me cocky or arrogant because I don’t pull my punches. I tell it like it is. If I don’t like you I let you know and if I don’t think you belong in my ring I will go out of my way to make it painfully clear. But I’m not cocky, I’m confident in my skills and my abilities, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the best at what I do and that’s wrestle.
There is no duality to Cable Arcane and sometimes that gets me into trouble. People like Roberto Verona who have been in this business a fraction of the time I have are jealous of what I’ve been able to accomplish. They see me step into what they consider their ring and do things the way they are meant to be done and excel at it where as they’ve needed to rely on two faced and under handed tactics.
Essentially, there are people in this industry who are bullies.
They may hide it well or they may wear that fact on their sleeve. Regardless, I have never backed down from a fight, I have never let a bully dictate my life and I have never waivered in my belief that there is no one on this planet who can do what I do better than me.
It’s that confidence in myself that got me through the worst thing that’s ever happened to me because as it turns out people in general have duel personalities. Cops, lawyers, judges, some of them were honest and upfront while others were quick to condemn me without the proper facts.
Just remember, no matter what you’re going through in your life be honest, be up front, believe in yourself and perfect whatever it is you’re good at.
Do that and there isn’t anybody who can hold you down.
One month ago I stepped into the ring with three of the pinnacles of IWF against the Council, not because I care about whatever it is the Council are doing in IWF but because they fucked with exactly the wrong people.
I had thought for one night I could trust Spike Kane, Mike Laszlo and Roberto Verona to do the right thing, to step into a professional wrestling ring and show a group of scrubs and wash outs why we are the Best in the World. Kane and Laszlo didn’t let me down, they performed, they pulled out all the stops and we were set to embarrass the Council far more than they embarrass themselves on a weekly basis…
Then Verona happened.
Since I returned to this company one year ago and won the Heir to the Throne as well as the then vacant Imperial Wrestling Championship, Roberto Verona has had his cross hairs locked on me. Despite numerous attempts by myself to get him in a ring, Verona has instead chosen to hide behind his power as the CEO of IWF. He’s run from me, taking his shots from a distance, hoping it would be enough to derail me.
It wasn’t.
I dominated the main event of his company for a year, I defeated every challenge he put in front of me with skill alone, never relying on the House of Howlett or nefarious means to win. I became the one and only two time Imperial Champion by skill alone, a feat the great Roberto Verona hasn’t accomplished in his own company. And while my reign came up just short of his own, my reign stands above his for its dominance.
Roberto Verona never saw a rule he didn’t want to break.
Roberto Verona is not known for being a gifted warrior or an elite athlete, he’s known for the many ways he can bend rules in his favor. He’s known for his tenacity for outside interference or illegal weapons.
Roberto Verona is known for being a coward.
However after he granted me entry into his illustrious Hall of Fame, an honor I still refuse to accept, I had thought we were past the petty jealousy. My reign had come to an end, the Board of Directors officially shut down his façade of being the real Imperial Champion. In my mind everything had been settled and we were all ready to move on to the next chapter of our professional careers.
Wrong.
Roberto Verona instead laid dormant like a crocodile, mouth wide open waiting for his prey to swim right into his fucking mouth. And that’s what happened, I let my guard down, I trusted him for a split second and his jaws snapped shut. He feed me to the Council furthering their false sense of accomplishment and walked away with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
From there he decided to start playing his little games again, hiding behind his paper power and authority, avoiding me, banning me from the arenas, costing me money every step of the way as I wasn’t allowed to do what I do far better than himself, wrestle.
And when I did make my way into his ring and demanded a face to face he once again falls back on the only thing he can claim to do better than me, paying someone to fight his fight.
Enter the Ulrikssons.
Hired muscle to fight the fights Verona is too afraid to fight himself.
I find it simply amazing after all this time you don’t feel a need to prove yourself to the people you claim to work for, the fans. The ones who actually want to pay to see you step into a ring with the Best in the World. Rather you hide behind hired goons, choosing to once again avoid physical confrontation all so as not to hurt the already clearly damaged ego you carry.
Am I so intimidating?
Am I so goddamn unfathomable in the ring that you are so afraid to face me it requires not one but two dimwitted body guards to take me out?
I don’t know if I’m offended or honored.
What I do know is I don’t need a time limit to defeat these fucking clowns. I’ve looked into your little power couple and it’s painfully obvious the Ulrikssons don’t have a years worth of experience between them inside of the ring. Must of come cheap, much like everything else in the career of Roberto Verona. I won’t just out last them, I’ll out class them and pin both of their shoulders to the mat as a show of just how absolutely fucked you are when you get in the ring with me.
I don’t back down to bullies, Verona, and that is all you are. Some spoiled rich brat who can’t handle not being the center of attention. I made your company all about me the second I re-debuted and that’s hurt your precious undersized pride.
Get used to it.
I’m not going anywhere.
Once I dismantle the Ulrikssons I’m coming for you, Verona and there won’t be anywhere you can hide, no one else you can stand behind. You will be forced to face me in your ring and I’ll finally show you why it’s always been mine.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
I had thought for one night I could trust Spike Kane, Mike Laszlo and Roberto Verona to do the right thing, to step into a professional wrestling ring and show a group of scrubs and wash outs why we are the Best in the World. Kane and Laszlo didn’t let me down, they performed, they pulled out all the stops and we were set to embarrass the Council far more than they embarrass themselves on a weekly basis…
Then Verona happened.
Since I returned to this company one year ago and won the Heir to the Throne as well as the then vacant Imperial Wrestling Championship, Roberto Verona has had his cross hairs locked on me. Despite numerous attempts by myself to get him in a ring, Verona has instead chosen to hide behind his power as the CEO of IWF. He’s run from me, taking his shots from a distance, hoping it would be enough to derail me.
It wasn’t.
I dominated the main event of his company for a year, I defeated every challenge he put in front of me with skill alone, never relying on the House of Howlett or nefarious means to win. I became the one and only two time Imperial Champion by skill alone, a feat the great Roberto Verona hasn’t accomplished in his own company. And while my reign came up just short of his own, my reign stands above his for its dominance.
Roberto Verona never saw a rule he didn’t want to break.
Roberto Verona is not known for being a gifted warrior or an elite athlete, he’s known for the many ways he can bend rules in his favor. He’s known for his tenacity for outside interference or illegal weapons.
Roberto Verona is known for being a coward.
However after he granted me entry into his illustrious Hall of Fame, an honor I still refuse to accept, I had thought we were past the petty jealousy. My reign had come to an end, the Board of Directors officially shut down his façade of being the real Imperial Champion. In my mind everything had been settled and we were all ready to move on to the next chapter of our professional careers.
Wrong.
Roberto Verona instead laid dormant like a crocodile, mouth wide open waiting for his prey to swim right into his fucking mouth. And that’s what happened, I let my guard down, I trusted him for a split second and his jaws snapped shut. He feed me to the Council furthering their false sense of accomplishment and walked away with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
From there he decided to start playing his little games again, hiding behind his paper power and authority, avoiding me, banning me from the arenas, costing me money every step of the way as I wasn’t allowed to do what I do far better than himself, wrestle.
And when I did make my way into his ring and demanded a face to face he once again falls back on the only thing he can claim to do better than me, paying someone to fight his fight.
Enter the Ulrikssons.
Hired muscle to fight the fights Verona is too afraid to fight himself.
I find it simply amazing after all this time you don’t feel a need to prove yourself to the people you claim to work for, the fans. The ones who actually want to pay to see you step into a ring with the Best in the World. Rather you hide behind hired goons, choosing to once again avoid physical confrontation all so as not to hurt the already clearly damaged ego you carry.
Am I so intimidating?
Am I so goddamn unfathomable in the ring that you are so afraid to face me it requires not one but two dimwitted body guards to take me out?
I don’t know if I’m offended or honored.
What I do know is I don’t need a time limit to defeat these fucking clowns. I’ve looked into your little power couple and it’s painfully obvious the Ulrikssons don’t have a years worth of experience between them inside of the ring. Must of come cheap, much like everything else in the career of Roberto Verona. I won’t just out last them, I’ll out class them and pin both of their shoulders to the mat as a show of just how absolutely fucked you are when you get in the ring with me.
I don’t back down to bullies, Verona, and that is all you are. Some spoiled rich brat who can’t handle not being the center of attention. I made your company all about me the second I re-debuted and that’s hurt your precious undersized pride.
Get used to it.
I’m not going anywhere.
Once I dismantle the Ulrikssons I’m coming for you, Verona and there won’t be anywhere you can hide, no one else you can stand behind. You will be forced to face me in your ring and I’ll finally show you why it’s always been mine.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
Well howdy there pardner.