Post by Cable Arcane on Jun 25, 2018 0:30:28 GMT
This Sunday was perhaps the biggest match in the career of Cable Arcane. Every male member of the IWF Hall of Fame, every faction all in one match. The winner gets to take one person from any of the other factions. The stakes were high. Pick the right person and you could effectively end one of the factions.
Rowan was smart to add the stipulation. Cable and Roberto hadn’t thought of that. They were simply hoping to bring this war between the Pack and the Age of Gods to an end as well as Steve Awesome’s personal beef with the. They hoped that putting all four groups in one match would serve as a climax and IWF could return to the wrestling company it was meant to be, not the warzone it had become.
But a part of Cable worried this wouldn’t be the end. That Pack has been running wild for a long time now, with and without Rowan. The Age of Gods could be stopped if Angel weren’t there to lead but then again Blake may do more damage from within another group. Steve was Cable’s main focus. Rob only returned to watch his friends back and Malo is just a gullible idiot.
That’s why Cable was focused on Steve. If Caberto can win this match they can end at least one faction and then focus on the other two.
That’s why Cable was training harder than ever. He was up to three a day work outs with sparring in between. He needed to be ready. The Pack wasn’t going to take it easy, The Gods were certainly not going to have mercy and Bueno? Well they were just assholes and in a fair match Cable, Bob and Roberto could destroy any of them.
But this wasn’t going to be a fair match.
This was going to be a literal apocalypse.
That’s what Cable was preparing for.
Abby: Are you okay?
Abby, beautiful Abby popped her head around from the backside of the heavy bag. Her eyes were like a black hole of beauty just sucking Cable in.
Cable: No..
Cable continued striking the bag, mostly envisioning Steve Awesome and his ridiculous smiling face.
Abby: What’s wrong?
Cable stopped, his hands resting on the bag as he looked at the ground.
Cable: I’m afraid…
Abby: Of what?
Abby said as she walked around the bag and rested her hand on his shoulder.
Cable: I’m afraid IWF is going to rip itself apart… Verona and I only just got on the same page… We’ve been dealing with Steve and his group… But now the Gods? The Pack? They’re not just waging war on each other. They’re waging war on the entire damn company.
He sounded almost defeated. Like this war was already over and he came out on the losing end.
Abby: Are you giving up?
Cable: No!
He shot back at her almost offended.
Cable: I’ll never give up! I’m going to fight for this company with everything I have!
Abby: Then don’t worry. As long as your hearts in the right place and you give this everything you have you can’t lose.
Cable: But what if they win? What if they chose me?
He said somberly.
Cable: What if I have to serve Rowan or Blake… Or Steve…
Abby wasn’t sure what to say.
Abby: Well… I guess… You’ll cross that bridge if you come to it. But don’t worry about what could happen. You’ll drive yourself crazy worrying about the future. Right now, in this moment? You’re the best in the world. And that’s something they’re all going to learn locked inside that cage with you.
Cable looked over at her with a smile.
Cable: You goddamn right they are.
He smirked before turning back to the bag and burying his fists into it with a nasty cross/jab combo as we fade to black.
Rowan was smart to add the stipulation. Cable and Roberto hadn’t thought of that. They were simply hoping to bring this war between the Pack and the Age of Gods to an end as well as Steve Awesome’s personal beef with the. They hoped that putting all four groups in one match would serve as a climax and IWF could return to the wrestling company it was meant to be, not the warzone it had become.
But a part of Cable worried this wouldn’t be the end. That Pack has been running wild for a long time now, with and without Rowan. The Age of Gods could be stopped if Angel weren’t there to lead but then again Blake may do more damage from within another group. Steve was Cable’s main focus. Rob only returned to watch his friends back and Malo is just a gullible idiot.
That’s why Cable was focused on Steve. If Caberto can win this match they can end at least one faction and then focus on the other two.
That’s why Cable was training harder than ever. He was up to three a day work outs with sparring in between. He needed to be ready. The Pack wasn’t going to take it easy, The Gods were certainly not going to have mercy and Bueno? Well they were just assholes and in a fair match Cable, Bob and Roberto could destroy any of them.
But this wasn’t going to be a fair match.
This was going to be a literal apocalypse.
That’s what Cable was preparing for.
Abby: Are you okay?
Abby, beautiful Abby popped her head around from the backside of the heavy bag. Her eyes were like a black hole of beauty just sucking Cable in.
Cable: No..
Cable continued striking the bag, mostly envisioning Steve Awesome and his ridiculous smiling face.
Abby: What’s wrong?
Cable stopped, his hands resting on the bag as he looked at the ground.
Cable: I’m afraid…
Abby: Of what?
Abby said as she walked around the bag and rested her hand on his shoulder.
Cable: I’m afraid IWF is going to rip itself apart… Verona and I only just got on the same page… We’ve been dealing with Steve and his group… But now the Gods? The Pack? They’re not just waging war on each other. They’re waging war on the entire damn company.
He sounded almost defeated. Like this war was already over and he came out on the losing end.
Abby: Are you giving up?
Cable: No!
He shot back at her almost offended.
Cable: I’ll never give up! I’m going to fight for this company with everything I have!
Abby: Then don’t worry. As long as your hearts in the right place and you give this everything you have you can’t lose.
Cable: But what if they win? What if they chose me?
He said somberly.
Cable: What if I have to serve Rowan or Blake… Or Steve…
Abby wasn’t sure what to say.
Abby: Well… I guess… You’ll cross that bridge if you come to it. But don’t worry about what could happen. You’ll drive yourself crazy worrying about the future. Right now, in this moment? You’re the best in the world. And that’s something they’re all going to learn locked inside that cage with you.
Cable looked over at her with a smile.
Cable: You goddamn right they are.
He smirked before turning back to the bag and burying his fists into it with a nasty cross/jab combo as we fade to black.
This is perhaps the biggest match in the history of this company.
The four biggest factions. All of the Hall of Famers. The Apocalypse match promises to be bigger and more grueling than any other match before it. Twelve of the most dangerous, twelve of the best professional wrestler who have ever lived all locked inside a gigantic cage, in two rings, first pin fall or submission wins.
This is going to be hell.
I’m not going to lie to myself like some of the other people in this match and say here is no way we can lose. It’s incredibly unlikely that Caberto featuring Bob Pooler will win this match. It’s incredibly likely that one of us will be working for one of you. I get that. I understand it.
But I’m not walking into this match thinking I’ve already lost.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am better than everyone else inside that cell. I know I have trained harder, worked harder, I have put the hours in to not just perfect what I do but expand what I do. I don’t rest on my laurels, I’m not content knowing a certain number of back breakers and holds, I need to know everything, I need to perfect everything. It is my goal to be remembered as the Best in the World.
Then. Now. And forever.
That is who you are stepping into the Apocalypse Match with. I’m not just some psychopath, I’m not just an arrogant dick, I’m a man who wants to be the very best to ever lace up a pair of boot and I will not stop pushing myself until I am.
This match offers me the opportunity to face off with the elite of IWF. The Pack, the Age of Gods, Infamously Bueno. I’ll admit, you guys are the best. If you aren’t the main event then you’re upper mid card. You’re all champions. Your groups hold pretty much all the belts. I recognize the talent.
Dean Harper is a future World Champion.
Angel and Spike are fucking amazing.
The only group I question is the one I want to see destroyed the most. Infamously Bueno. Steve Awesome has been coasting on his history for years. He doesn’t care about this company or this business. He doesn’t care about being better than he was before. He just wants to collect a pay check and be Steve Awesome, face of the franchise.
But he isn’t.
Steve Awesome has never been the face of IWF and he never will be.
Spike Kane. Angel Blake. Roberto Verona. Cable Arcane.
The mount Rushmore of IWF.
Steve Awesome isn’t even an honorable mention on the greatest hits of this company. Every great thing he ever did is on a highlight reel of NCW on youtube. As far as this company is concerned Steve Awesome is about as valuable as James Gilmore and I can’t wait to break your fucking back in the center of the ring and show you just how absolutely meaningless you are.
When we win, I’m choosing Steve Awesome.
I’m going to cut the head of Infamously Bueno and then I’m going to make Steve work for a living. There will be no coasting by on the past. If Steve Awesome really wants to work here then he is going to have to earn it. And I’ll make him earn it. And if Steve doesn’t rise to the occasion then he will be future endeavored and he can go join the rest of his buddies on the xtreme network wrestling for fucking pennies against hacks.
That’s a promise.
As for the Pack and the Age of Gods?
You don’t run this company. You don’t run the world. You work for us! And that is a goddamn hard lesson you are going to learn come Sunday night. Roberto and I are pound for pound the best there has ever been. Bob is a goddamn dark horse who everyone over looks. The three of us are going to dominate the Apocalypse match and leave Gods lying and Devils crying.
You’ve made our company a battleground for long enough! This ends Sunday! The Pack. The Age of Gods. They will learn their place in the pecking order when Caberto walks away the victors. And if you think for even a second that this isn’t the end of the war you are wrong. We are taking our company back.
This roster is sick of being in the cross fire. Sick of being human shields. Regardless of the out come this Sunday night I can promise you that come Sacrifice the rest of this roster is going to rise up against you.
This is a war you cannot win.
Your kind of tyranny will always fail, it will always fall, it will always lose when paired against defenders of freedom. That’s what we are, that’s what this roster believes in. Together we will topple Gods and crush devils. We will win in the end and you will be left licking your goddamn wounds.
You picked the wrong company to call home.
You picked the wrong roster to subjugate.
You picked the wrong bosses to piss off.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
The four biggest factions. All of the Hall of Famers. The Apocalypse match promises to be bigger and more grueling than any other match before it. Twelve of the most dangerous, twelve of the best professional wrestler who have ever lived all locked inside a gigantic cage, in two rings, first pin fall or submission wins.
This is going to be hell.
I’m not going to lie to myself like some of the other people in this match and say here is no way we can lose. It’s incredibly unlikely that Caberto featuring Bob Pooler will win this match. It’s incredibly likely that one of us will be working for one of you. I get that. I understand it.
But I’m not walking into this match thinking I’ve already lost.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am better than everyone else inside that cell. I know I have trained harder, worked harder, I have put the hours in to not just perfect what I do but expand what I do. I don’t rest on my laurels, I’m not content knowing a certain number of back breakers and holds, I need to know everything, I need to perfect everything. It is my goal to be remembered as the Best in the World.
Then. Now. And forever.
That is who you are stepping into the Apocalypse Match with. I’m not just some psychopath, I’m not just an arrogant dick, I’m a man who wants to be the very best to ever lace up a pair of boot and I will not stop pushing myself until I am.
This match offers me the opportunity to face off with the elite of IWF. The Pack, the Age of Gods, Infamously Bueno. I’ll admit, you guys are the best. If you aren’t the main event then you’re upper mid card. You’re all champions. Your groups hold pretty much all the belts. I recognize the talent.
Dean Harper is a future World Champion.
Angel and Spike are fucking amazing.
The only group I question is the one I want to see destroyed the most. Infamously Bueno. Steve Awesome has been coasting on his history for years. He doesn’t care about this company or this business. He doesn’t care about being better than he was before. He just wants to collect a pay check and be Steve Awesome, face of the franchise.
But he isn’t.
Steve Awesome has never been the face of IWF and he never will be.
Spike Kane. Angel Blake. Roberto Verona. Cable Arcane.
The mount Rushmore of IWF.
Steve Awesome isn’t even an honorable mention on the greatest hits of this company. Every great thing he ever did is on a highlight reel of NCW on youtube. As far as this company is concerned Steve Awesome is about as valuable as James Gilmore and I can’t wait to break your fucking back in the center of the ring and show you just how absolutely meaningless you are.
When we win, I’m choosing Steve Awesome.
I’m going to cut the head of Infamously Bueno and then I’m going to make Steve work for a living. There will be no coasting by on the past. If Steve Awesome really wants to work here then he is going to have to earn it. And I’ll make him earn it. And if Steve doesn’t rise to the occasion then he will be future endeavored and he can go join the rest of his buddies on the xtreme network wrestling for fucking pennies against hacks.
That’s a promise.
As for the Pack and the Age of Gods?
You don’t run this company. You don’t run the world. You work for us! And that is a goddamn hard lesson you are going to learn come Sunday night. Roberto and I are pound for pound the best there has ever been. Bob is a goddamn dark horse who everyone over looks. The three of us are going to dominate the Apocalypse match and leave Gods lying and Devils crying.
You’ve made our company a battleground for long enough! This ends Sunday! The Pack. The Age of Gods. They will learn their place in the pecking order when Caberto walks away the victors. And if you think for even a second that this isn’t the end of the war you are wrong. We are taking our company back.
This roster is sick of being in the cross fire. Sick of being human shields. Regardless of the out come this Sunday night I can promise you that come Sacrifice the rest of this roster is going to rise up against you.
This is a war you cannot win.
Your kind of tyranny will always fail, it will always fall, it will always lose when paired against defenders of freedom. That’s what we are, that’s what this roster believes in. Together we will topple Gods and crush devils. We will win in the end and you will be left licking your goddamn wounds.
You picked the wrong company to call home.
You picked the wrong roster to subjugate.
You picked the wrong bosses to piss off.
No sleep. No rest. Do whatever it takes to be the best.
Well howdy there pardner.